Yang Yuan waited until Bai Mengzhu started cooking, then squeezed out of the room and helped Bai Mengzhu light the fire.
Bai Mengzhu had been harboring something for a while, seemingly preparing to say something to Yang Fan. Seeing Yang Yuan come out, she immediately closed her mouth again.
The words that had reached her lips were once again forcefully swallowed back.
The belated lunch was quite elaborate: five dishes and a soup for three people, both meat and vegetables, almost like a feast.
"I can roughly see your sense of guilt from this," Yang Fan said with a smile as he glanced at the dishes on the table.
"How about sticking to this standard from now on? In exchange, I'll give your ex a few more punches."
Bai Mengzhu was somewhat distracted and hesitated for a while before muttering, "I don't want to lose my job. If I have the time, I could cook this much for you, but normally it's not possible."
"That works too," replied Yang Fan with a smile.
