Who knew Luo Zhiming would pick up the item, glance at it, and then disdainfully throw it on the table with a face full of disgust, "I'm sick of eating this at home, it's sickeningly sweet, I don't like it."
Fang Pingying glanced at him and said indifferently, "Then go hungry, we'll be having lunch soon anyway."
Luo Zhiming felt that since he was visiting Fang Pingying, her treatment towards him was too cold, as if she disliked his presence.
Frowning, he said, "Sister-in-law, this is my first visit here, how can you treat me like this? If my brother knew how you treat guests, he would probably not be pleased."
Fang Pingying, infuriated yet amused, raised an eyebrow and looked at him, "Should I go to the office and call your elder brother back to make you noodles? He makes delicious noodles, I'll call him right now."
Saying this, Fang Pingying actually made a move as if she was genuinely going to call Luo Zhiyong back to cook noodles for him.
