Making such a scene at the entrance of the fire brigade, Jiang Ye could hardly be pleased!
But for now, there was no need for Jiang Ye, the brigade captain, to step in, so she couldn't be bothered to deal with it.
Just then, Lu Jing came out, still wrapped in a bathrobe, wiping his hair with a dry towel.
He could vaguely hear some discussions coming from downstairs, but couldn't make out the details:
"What's going on?" he asked aloud.
Jiang Ye didn't really want to talk about it:
"It's nothing, let's eat."
Lu Jing wasn't one for gossip either, nodded his head, and casually placed the damp towel on the cabinet next to him before pulling out a chair and sitting down at the dining table.
Jiang Ye's cooking skills were indeed not bad, a dish of tomato scrambled eggs, a dish of stir-fried zucchini strips, and a plate of boiled shrimp that all looked quite appetizing.
As Lu Jing was looking, Jiang Ye had already precisely placed a shrimp into the woman's mouth:
