Lu Fengxuan smiled tactfully and said,
"Takeout shouldn't be on holiday, and it's still early, so let's just order takeout, Brother Ayin. You should take the opportunity to rest a bit."
Recalling the first bowl of noodles he made, with the broth too salty and bits of eggshell mixed in, she couldn't say it was awful, but it certainly wasn't good either.
For the sake of her stomach, she still felt the need to persuade him.
"Takeout isn't clean," Yu Chiyin dismissed her suggestion with a single sentence.
Lu Fengxuan knew takeout wasn't clean, but, "We don't eat it often, once or twice should be fine. Sit down, I will order right now."
As soon as she reached for her phone, a large, well-defined hand reached out in front of her and took the phone away.
Yu Chiyin: "I've confiscated your phone. Here's a book for you in case you get bored and want to kill time reading."
"I'm going to cook now. What would you like to eat?"
"..."