Imperial City.
Wanhe Garden.
The housekeeper, carrying groceries, pressed the doorbell, and only when Lun Chuan opened the door did she smile and say,
"Mr. Lun, how many people are coming over today? Why did you buy so little groceries?"
It seemed like not much, but actually, it wasn't too little.
Beef and ribs and the like, the portions were quite substantial; the problem was that it was all meat, with only a couple of types of vegetables. Wasn't that a bit too monotonous?
Lun Chuan shook his head, "No worries, I have other ingredients at home. I've written down the menu; please prepare the dishes accordingly later on, and get the rice cooking. You don't need to cook at noon; just come back in the afternoon to clean up, that will be enough."
"Okay, sure."
These were all arranged during yesterday's appointment, and the housekeeper agreed very cheerfully.
