"This? I don't know either!"
Lu Shaoqing deliberately teased Mi Xiaotao. "Maybe I just had a momentary lapse, got bewitched by this little elf that you are, and then just can't forget you anymore!"
"You're so annoying!"
Mi Xiaotao pouted and said, "Brother Lu, I just realized you actually know how to sweet-talk!"
"What? You don't like hearing it?"
Lu Shaoqing reached out and put his arm around her shoulders, then laughed. "Wifey, my sweet talk is reserved for you and only you!"
"Now that's more like it!"
"Come on, let's go back to the apartment. Aunt Liu has already prepared lunch!"
"Okay!"
After they entered the apartment and washed their hands, Mi Xiaotao sat at the dining table. Looking at the dishes covering the whole table, she stuck out her tongue and said, "Brother Lu, compared to Aunt Liu's cooking, what I made before was simply too tragic to look at!"
The lunch dishes looked great; it was obvious Aunt Liu had put a lot of effort into them.
