Half an hour later.
Jiang Man lazily sat in the recording studio, holding a thermos cup filled with girlish charm.
She leisurely sipped from the thermos, and suddenly a rich soy milk aroma filled the studio.
Lu Zhan looked at the cup in surprise, his gaze then falling on the insulated lunch box beside her.
"Did you have breakfast? Your uncle made it."
Jiang Man said indifferently, there wasn't much food, but she was already full and didn't want to waste.
Lu Zhan had already eaten breakfast. He was so shocked he couldn't believe his ears, "My uncle made it? He knows how to cook?"
"He does, and his cooking is quite good," Jiang Man said, her eyebrows raised with a hint of pride.
Lu Zhan was skeptical, he took out a crepe to taste and instantly his eyes lit up.
"Are you sure this isn't bought from outside?"
"He made it," Jiang Man asserted.
Lu Zhan was in a daze, chewing the food in his mouth, frowning deeply.
