Lu Ziqian, a rib still in his mouth, nearly swallowed the bone whole when he heard this. He hastily spat out the half-chewen piece, his round eyes growing even wider.
"I… I… I…"
Lu Ziqian looked at Lu Xize as if he had just heard something unbelievable.
His eyes were filled with profound shock and confusion.
'Bro, did you really make this?'
Lu Ziqian's questioning gaze was met with an indifferent look from Lu Xize, as if to say, 'Obviously.'
'Bro, don't you hate the greasy smell of the kitchen more than anything?'
He questioned again with his eyes, only to receive another indifferent look from Lu Xize that seemed to say, 'Heh. You silly kid who's never been in love.'
Cheng Yu, however, seemed completely unsurprised by all this. After all, he was the one who had seen a certain someone get up after four in the morning just to bake bread for a girl.
