"It's not your fault! I'm sorry to have implicated you," Nan Fei forced a smile, pretending to be cheerful.
"Since you're my grandpa's only apprentice, that makes us family. No need for formalities," Dai Yifan winked at her playfully, "You're probably not aware of how much my grandpa dotes on you. He made braised beef just for you and didn't spare any for his own grandson."
"Pft…" Nan Fei couldn't help but laugh, "Our master is good to me."
"Good? It's more than good! So good that it makes others green with envy," Dai Yifan exclaimed, both envious and jealous, "By the way, you'd better eat the millet porridge and braised beef my grandpa made while it's hot."
"Thank you!" Nan Fei hurriedly took the lunchbox, "It's late, you should go home."
"What a pity," Dai Yifan shrugged his shoulders.
Nan Fei felt a little awkward, but she dared not ask Dai Yifan to stay. "Take care!" she said.
"Goodbye!"
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