How could it not be good!
After all, it's the juice Chi Nuan made for him.
Chi Nuan watched for any signs of distaste on Uncle Lu's face; only then did she turn around to pour the juice.
Once poured, she placed it on the table.
Lu Zhan had already settled down on the sofa.
"Have you had dinner?" Chi Nuan asked again.
Lu Zhan looked at her and lowered his voice, asking, "Have you eaten?"
Whether or not he eats is naturally connected to whether she eats or not.
He was in first class, and the meals were quite decent, so Lu Zhan had already dined well on the plane.
But if Chi Nuan hadn't eaten, he would definitely have to cook.
"I've eaten, but there are ingredients in the fridge. If you haven't eaten, you can either make something yourself, or I can help you." Chi Nuan said.
Upon hearing she'd eaten, Lu Zhan shook his head, "I've eaten too."
"Then Uncle, have a glass of juice, rest a bit, and then take a shower." Chi Nuan said gently.
"Thank you."
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