For people of their status, unless they had a genuine interest in cooking, they really wouldn't spend their time on something like this. But now, Lu Xize was in there.
And looking at his skilled movements, how could he possibly be a novice?
'I must have met a fake Lu Xize,' Cheng Yu thought.
But the person inside completely ignored him. He pulled out an insulated container from somewhere, carefully stacked the items from the steamer into it layer by layer, and finally packed the baked bread into a food-safe bag. Then, he untied his apron and walked out.
As Young Master Lu passed by Cheng Yu, he didn't even pause his steps.
Cheng Yu stared blankly as Lu Xize walked out, and listened blankly as the villa's main door closed.
