"Is Cai Cai there?"
After ending his conversation with Gu Wanqing, Lu Xingyuan immediately contacted another girl.
He stroked his chin. Why did he suddenly feel like a scumbag?
"I'm here. What can I do for you, Boss Lu?"
"I've got a gas cylinder here. Do you want it?"
Naturally, the gas cylinder had also been taken from Gu Wanqing's home.
It was quite heavy and should still be full. It would last for quite a while.
Lu Xingyuan thought that with a gas cylinder, Cai Cai would have a much easier time cooking.
"That's great! I've been worried sick because the damp wood won't light."
He also traded over some rice and cured sausage.
Cai Cai said she would make him a delicious plate of cured sausage fried rice.
Naturally, Lu Xingyuan did not forget Gu Wanqing. "Two portions. Add scallions to both. One mildly spicy, one medium spicy."
The supplies he sent over were enough for three people. He could not exactly make Cai Cai work for nothing, could he? Lu Xingyuan was not that kind of beast.
"Two portions?"
"Yeah, I have another friend."
"Um... she's a girl, right?"
"Mind your own business."
"Oh."
Very soon, Cai Cai finished making the cured sausage fried rice.
Every grain of rice was distinct, the cured sausage was red and glossy, and bits of bright green scallion were scattered throughout. Just looking at it made one's mouth water.
"Nice."
Lu Xingyuan sincerely admired people who could make food taste so good.
Why did the same ingredients turn into dark cuisine whenever they got into his hands?
Lu Xingyuan sent one portion—the medium-spicy one—to Gu Wanqing.
It seemed girls were all pretty good at eating spicy food.
"Delicious!"
Gu Wanqing only replied after a while. She was probably busy eating and