When Yang Qingyin returned, Luo Ziling got up to say goodbye.
"You have to treat me to dinner tonight!" As she sent Luo Ziling off, Yang Qingyin playfully said, "My mom said she has plans tonight, so I have to handle dinner myself."
"No problem, I'll treat you to a feast!" Luo Ziling certainly wouldn't refuse and agreed cheerfully, "Just tell me what you want to eat!"
"I want to eat your cooking!" Yang Qingyin's face was full of playfulness.
"Alright," seeing Yang Qingyin like this, Luo Ziling roughly understood her meaning, "then I'll go shopping for groceries later, tell me what you like to eat."
This woman might be afraid he would have a date with someone else, so she took the initiative to have him accompany her.
"I like whatever you like to eat!" Yang Qingyin playfully stuck out her tongue and even pinched Luo Ziling.
Luo Ziling didn't understand the meaning, but didn't ask further.
