"Hehe." Le Yao patted Nangong Jue's shoulder. "Hubby, I really think you're a talent now."
Nangong Jue was stunned.
"Really." Le Yao sighed. "You're the only one who can make nonsense sound so touching."
Nangong Jue's expression immediately became conflicted. "Wife, you're accusing me."
"Alright, I'll help pack up." Le Yao got up and went over to help get the plastic bag.
The banquet was almost over. Everyone had eaten their fill and chatted enough and was about to leave. As for the unfinished food and desserts on the table, they naturally couldn't throw them away, so they packed them all up and distributed them to everyone.
They were all things that they ate themselves, so no one would despise them for being dirty.
