At this time, Luo'er was unaware that Zhuyan Yu was thinking about him. He was busy cooking for his team.
The guys were, as usual, messing around in the living room, ignoring him entirely. But Luo'er was not displeased by this. On the contrary, he enjoyed the process of cooking for his friends. Baiyue, unable to bear seeing Hu Daoke's foolishness, attempted to help Luo'er, but was sent away by him.
After the busy preparation, everyone sat down together. Hu Daoke, chopstick in hand, tasted each dish and gave pleasing evaluations, which provoked raised eyebrows from Cheng Ziang and Baiyue.
"Little Ke, Luo'er hasn't joined us at the table yet!" Tangmo raised his chopsticks and smacked Hu Daoke on the back of his hand, causing him to yelp and withdraw his hand.
"It's okay, you can start without me!" Luo'er sat down at the table and gently said, "If there's not enough food, there's more in the pot."
