Lu Yinxing said with a smile, "There must be more; if you don't give it to me, I'll find it myself."
Lu Yinxing didn't believe Xia Ye only made a little.
She ran to the kitchen to take a look.
Apart from dessert, there were several more dishes on the table.
There was her favorite shredded chicken congee.
The smell told her that Xia Ye had just made it.
Lu Yinxing was particularly delighted and felt extremely hungry.
She quickly grabbed a bowl and chopsticks and served herself a big bowl.
While eating, she looked up and said, "Brother, why are you so good to me, making me a late-night snack in the middle of the night, and it's my favorite food."
Xia Ye replied, "I didn't make it for you; I was preparing breakfast for tomorrow."
Even though Xia Ye said that, Lu Yinxing still understood in her heart and felt delighted inside.
Lu Yinxing seemed to open her heart all of a sudden.
