Just as Fang Zhi was about to hang up the phone, Xiaoxiao's voice came through from the other end, "Then brother, are you not coming back for lunch?"
"No, we're not."
Fang Zhi hung up the phone directly.
How edible could the things Sikong Yi made be?
Fang Zhi clearly felt that Xiaoxiao was dating Sikong Yi.
Everyone knew how picky Xiaoxiao's taste was, and yet she could stomach the food made by Sikong Yi, which was quite impressive.
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
At the Fang family home.
Xiaoxiao had just hung up the phone and was wondering how to break the news to Sikong Yi, who was busy cooking in the kitchen, when he walked out holding a knife in one hand and a spatula in the other, dressed in a red apron.
He looked at Xiaoxiao with anticipation, "So what did they say? When are they coming back? It's okay if it's later, we can wait for them."