Little Seventh took the takeout out while muttering:
"Young Madam, this takeout is truly unhealthy. Homemade food is always better."
"Can you cook?"
"Of course."
"How long does it take?"
"A few hours, maybe."
"Forget it, I'm starving and can't wait. I'm eating first before I die of hunger."
When it came time to eat, Little Seventh, who'd been preaching about unhealthy food, was the one eating most voraciously.
"After working so long, finally I don't have to go to bed hungry tonight. Young Madam, I'm all for you."
Lu Qing glanced at him: "Oh? Are you complaining now?"
Little Sixth's expression froze—oh no, he had forgotten Young Master Lu was here.
"No, no, no, I'm showing gratitude to Young Madam! She really thinks of us—even when ordering takeout, she didn't forget about us. I'm so touched!"
Lu Qing gave Little Sixth and Little Seventh a glance. After spending so much time with Qin Miaomiao, these two had thoroughly gone off script. There was no saving them.
