Because Lu Qianling woke up late, there was no time for her to sit down and eat breakfast. Meng Chuyuan took a bag and filled a portion for her. She would have to eat it on the way.
"You're leaving just like that?" Madam Lu saw that they were in a hurry to go out and suddenly remembered that the scarf Meng Chuyuan had knitted last night was still with her. She mentioned it to Meng Chuyuan. "Your scarf is still in my room."
Meng Chuyuan stuffed the breakfast into Lu Qianling's hands and said in a hurry, "Leave it there. If you like it, you can keep it."
It wasn't time to wear a coat yet, and she didn't need a scarf, so she didn't take it to heart.
When Madam Lu heard this, the corners of her lips curled up and her eyes were filled with joy. "Then I won't refuse your offer."
Meng Chuyuan had knitted the scarf so beautifully. Who wouldn't want to have it? She had been coveting it for a long time.