"What the fuck kind of combination is that?" Jiang Cheng complained. "A-jie made her soup, I brought tea, and you brought pizza? Delivery pizza??"

Wei Wuxian laughed. "Well I would have cooked again, but last time you wouldn't eat the food I so loving prepared for you!"

Jiang Cheng grimaced, remembering the dish that had been laced with enough chilis to surpass even his own impressive tolerance.

"That was very thoughtful of you, A-Xian," Jiang Yanli said, smiling. "A-Cheng and I are so glad you were able to make it."