In Zhao Xingli's eyes, this was nothing more than a humble little farmhouse courtyard. The way he looked at Lu Ao grew warmer.
Lu Ao had no idea what they had imagined. He took disposable cups from the cupboard and poured them tea. "Have some water first. Breakfast will be ready soon."
Zhao Xingli hurriedly said, "No need to trouble yourself. We had breakfast before coming."
Lu Ao stopped offering. "Then sit here for a while. I'll bring out the goose eggs for you to see."
"Alright. Sorry to trouble you."
After pouring them water, Lu Ao went to the kitchen to fetch the goose eggs.
Song Zhou was cooking in the kitchen. Seeing him come in, he chuckled. "So? Do they look hard to get along with?"
"They're alright. Pretty polite." Lu Ao crouched down and pulled out the basket of goose eggs. "No need to make breakfast for them. They said they ate before coming."
"When they say they ate before coming, does that really mean they ate? Shouldn't we at least offer out of courtesy?"
Lu Ao said dully, "No need to be polite. They're strangers anyway."
Even if they were not strangers, he did not really want Song Zhou cooking for them.
Holding the goose eggs, Lu Ao stood up and kissed Song Zhou on the cheek. "I'll take these goose eggs over, then."
"Alright. Breakfast is nearly ready. Come out and eat first in a bit."
"No problem. I figure once they see the goose eggs, they won't care what we're having for breakfast. Wait for me. I'll be right back."
Lu Ao carried half a basket of goose eggs into the living room.
Zhao Xingli and the others had been talking. When they saw Lu Ao enter, Zhao Xingli greeted him, but his gaze