Lu Yichen's lips curled upward, his eyes filled with adoration and mirth.
Luo Qiao had just picked up her bowl when a piece of cured meat was added to it: "Eat more."
After the meal, Lu Yichen didn't rush to leave but snuggled back into the room with Luo Qiao: "Why aren't you in a hurry to leave today?"
Luo Qiao was a bit tired today, so she leaned against Lu Yichen's legs, eating the fruit Rong Daniang had prepared for after the meal, and casually picked up a magazine from the table to read.
Lu Yichen looked down at Luo Qiao: "Qiaoqiao, your grandpa and little aunt have been preparing the furniture, do you want to take some time to go check it out and have a meal with them?"
Luo Qiao was stunned for a moment: "They started preparing so early?"
Lu Yichen stroked Luo Qiao's hair: "Grandpa and little aunt said it's better to prepare early so there's time to exchange anything that's not suitable."
