She gently touched her stomach, glanced at Ye Heng, and said, "There's not much fun in Jiang City, how about we head back earlier this afternoon? My aunt has been in Jiang City for the past few days, and there's a lot of good food at home."
"Sure, sounds good."
Ye Heng naturally had no objections; he wasn't particularly interested in the scenery of Jiang City either.
Feng Yihuan was quite satisfied with Ye Heng's agreeable attitude, "Then let's go home. What do you want to eat tonight? I'll have the family prepare it for you."
After all, he was leaving tomorrow, and she could tell by now that this gentleman didn't seem to enjoy the hotpot much at noon.
He agreed to eat there probably only because she wanted to.
"No need to make anything special, the Feng Family's food is quite delicious."
At least, compared to the lunchtime hotpot, it was much tastier.
"Alright, but when you go back, don't say I didn't treat you well or fulfill my duties as a host."
