With a face like a peach blossom, Feng Qingxue glanced at him and didn't press further, knowing she'll find out sooner or later.
Her appetite was quite average, most of the dishes on the table were eaten by Lu Jiang. The leftovers were packed into two lunch boxes borrowed from the restaurant and placed in the fridge in the back kitchen, "We'll take them back on our way home."
Lu Jiang often treated guests at the restaurant; except for the new waiter, everyone knew he was a big leader. Naturally, they agreed readily.
Not only that, but Xiaoyang also thoughtfully offered a big umbrella.
The heavens didn't give face to Lu Jiang; it was still raining like strings of pearls, large beads rolling down noisily, striking the ground and rousing ripples in the pooled water; the only advantage was it was a bit cooler than before.
Since they didn't leave the compound, they shopped at the stores within the compound.
