Lu Ting glanced at him dissatisfiedly, shrugged his shoulders to shake off his hand, "When did I say I couldn't stand her getting along with you? Last time she came to my house, she even cooked for me herself. Do you know that?"
"It was her first time visiting, and you let her cook?" Su Zhi sighed with disdain, his tone full of contempt, "Is this what you call the manners of an aristocratic family? I see that you, old man, are really regressing more and more!"
Lu Ting rolled his eyes reluctantly, "It wasn't me who asked her to cook, but Mei Shu's cooking is indeed delicious. I think it's even better than our family's chef's skills. But you won't get to taste it anyway!"
"I think you won't get to taste it anymore. She just said she won't come here again but will visit me separately!" Su Zhi wiped his hands triumphantly, then, assisted by a servant, he left gracefully.
