Aunt Fang was worried the young master would go hungry, she was just about to fill a big bowl when she saw him holding a thermal box.
"Aunt Fang, is it ready? Put it in the thermal box."
Aunt Fang appeared confused, "Young master, isn't this for you to eat?"
"No, Aunt Fang, don't ask so many questions, hurry up and pack it in."
Aunt Fang, seeing his anxious expression, quickly packed the cooked wontons into the thermal box.
In the middle of the night, the young master came rushing back just to cook wontons to take out?
If the wontons aren't for him, then who are they for?
Aunt Fang couldn't help but be curious, "Young master, are these wontons for some young lady?"
Wan Jinlun tightened the thermal box to prevent soup from spilling out.
He glanced at Aunt Fang, "No!"
With that, he hurried off again.
Aunt Fang lightly stroked her chin, could it be for that girl from the Ouyang Family? But she heard early on that the girl doesn't like him.
