After eating, Ancient Wen Heng was full of praise. "It's just as good as I remember. Such a familiar taste."
Jin Qianqian turned to look at him. "I don't remember ever sending you any food."
"..." Ancient Wen Heng knew he'd slipped up and admitted it openly. "Li Tian'ai owed me a few favors. A few times, she packed up leftovers and brought them to me."
Jin Qianqian said, "Li Tian'ai owed you favors?"
Ancient Wen Heng rubbed his nose. "She needed an internship back then, so I found someone to help her out."
Jin Qianqian looked at him suspiciously. She finally understood why Li Tian'ai always liked to pack up leftovers after eating.
"See what other kitchenware you need. I remember there's a blacksmith shop at the end of the street. While I'm home, I can go have them custom-made for you." Seeing Jin Qianqian so enthusiastic, Ancient Wen Heng wanted to indulge her.
