Lu Mingfei was a bit flattered, initially thinking that Mrs. Zhuo would be very angry.
After all, An An is still a young lady, and reasonably speaking, seeing him here would definitely make her angry.
Su Ningyan looked at him standing there dumbfounded, "Go on, I brought a lot of food over, and you can help finish it."
Lu Mingfei slightly pursed his lips and felt reassured seeing Mrs. Zhuo's gentle smile.
"Thank you, auntie."
Lu Mingfei has always been very efficient, often gathering within a minute in the military.
Now, taking five minutes to come out of the bathroom was already considered slow.
When he came out of the guest room, he saw that Mrs. Zhuo had already laid out the food on the table.
He glanced at it and thought that it must be prepared by Mrs. Zhuo for Zhuo Anan, naturally the kind she liked.
"Mingfei, you eat first, try it, see what you like?"
Seeing that An An hadn't come out yet, Lu Mingfei of course wouldn't eat first; that would be very impolite.
