Ye Wan had already mentally prepared herself to have Lu Changchuan as her neighbor.
But the "new neighbor's" enthusiasm still exceeded her expectations.
At dinner time, the doorbell rang.
The building's butler arrived carrying a delicate food container, "Miss Ye, hello. This is spicy crawfish from Mr. Lu next door in 1901. He says it's homemade, please accept it with a smile."
In the morning, she had just returned his message with, "Hmm, I'm up."
The doorbell ding-donged, and the butler pushed in a small trolley.
One layer held the fat-reducing meal she had casually mentioned wanting to eat to fit into an "Ink Dyed" gown with ease that evening.
Another layer was filled with Little Bun's favorite milk custard buns, milk, and three-fresh wontons.
At the very bottom laid a drone.
Little Bun's eyes lit up, "Ye Xiaowan, I like living here. Our new neighbors are so friendly."
Ye Wan: "Hehe."
When the doorbell rang again at noon, Ye Wan was irritated.
