When Xun Shaorong saw Jiang Xingyi, he said happily, "Xiao Yi, you're here."
"Auntie, I'm here to take you home."
"Aiya, that must be so much trouble for you." Xun Shaorong said embarrassedly, "You've been working so hard recently. I'm really sorry for making you rush here. Why don't you stay for lunch and I'll prepare some home-cooked dishes for you?"
Xun Shaorong felt that it was inappropriate after she said that. She patted her head and said embarrassedly, "Aiya, I forgot. With my skills, the dishes I cook will definitely not be as delicious as those in a restaurant. Forget it, forget it. Just pretend that I never said that."
"How can that be? Auntie's cooking must be very delicious," Jiang Xingyi said flatteringly. "Then, I will be staying at Auntie's house this afternoon, please don't chase me away."
