"Nian Yuyu," Fu Nian's lazy voice came through, "You just got up, right?"
Nian Yuyu choked, rolled her eyes subconsciously, completely lacking the composure she had in front of Chu You, and said irritably, "What?"
"Come to my house for lunch," Fu Nian said, seemingly unaffected by Nian Yuyu's tone, grinning cheekily, "Uncle and aunt will be there too."
Nian Yuyu thought to find an excuse to decline, but hesitated, then responded indifferently with an "oh."
Fu Nian felt dissatisfied with her perfunctory attitude, "What do you mean! I'll personally cook a big meal at noon."
Remembering how she was tricked into becoming the chef during military training because of him, Yuyu retorted bluntly, "You? I'm afraid of being poisoned to death."
However, Fu Nian's mother's cooking was very good, and she often used to eat at their place when she was little.
"I can't be bothered to talk to you, you'll see how good my cooking is at noon," Fu Nian answered.