The knocking grew more and more urgent, Lin Yan pushed Lu Chenyuan away, clumsily buttoned up, and ran to open the door.
The delivery guy, already impatient, left the food with a dark expression and took off.
"I bought some pan-fried buns. Do you want to eat some?"
Lu Chenyuan picked up a cushion and held it in his arms, as the thing beneath his trousers seemed about to burst.
Lin Yan was only concerned with fanning the flames and not extinguishing them.
Lu Chenyuan asked her, "Don't we have food at home? Why order takeout?"
Lin Yan teased him, "Afraid I'm spending too much? Such a petty question."
Lu Chenyuan went along with what Lin Yan said, "As stingy as I am, I must be pained by the cost of these pan-fried buns."
Lin Yan put the takeout on the coffee table, "I don't like the food at home, Mengmeng's cooking is too bland for me."
As they were talking, Mengmeng and Li Yan came back one after the other, carrying groceries they had just bought from the market.
