Looking at his daughter who had somehow fallen into an awkward situation, Lin Yun sighed helplessly, "It's after eight, haven't you eaten yet?"
"Don't, don't change the subject!"
Lin Xiaolu retracted one hand to cover her stomach, her ears heating up: "What I'm talking about is your indecisiveness!"
"Did you eat at noon?" Lin Yun undid his tie and walked towards the dining room.
Her gaze followed Lin Yun as he moved, and Lin Xiaolu subconsciously blurted out, "I didn't eat much... No, that's not what I'm talking about!"
Lin Yun, however, was taking off his suit jacket and draping it over the back of the dining room chair: "We generally don't keep fresh ingredients at home, but I happened to buy some vegetables today. Do you want meat for dinner?"
"Meat... it's already eight, let's not." Lin Xiaolu pondered.
"It's only eight, eating more meat is good for you."
