[Wei Ying chattering away as soon as he arrives is nothing new, but there's some... nervous energy around him. Like his skin is vibrating and barely containing him.
And of course he will comment on the new plant. But because he is Lan Wangji the comment will be staring at the plant for a few seconds and then raising an eyebrow at Wei Ying, because why use words when they are not needed?
At least he's come here often enough that he knows where the kitchen is without being shown, and he'll start opening the bags.
The vegetables are fresh and just bought, from the supermarket bag, and those he sets aside on the counter. From the canvas bag come tofu - not the supermarket kind - and a glass tupperware containing, apparently, homemade kimchi that he goes to put in the fridge.]
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And of course he will comment on the new plant. But because he is Lan Wangji the comment will be staring at the plant for a few seconds and then raising an eyebrow at Wei Ying, because why use words when they are not needed?
At least he's come here often enough that he knows where the kitchen is without being shown, and he'll start opening the bags.
The vegetables are fresh and just bought, from the supermarket bag, and those he sets aside on the counter. From the canvas bag come tofu - not the supermarket kind - and a glass tupperware containing, apparently, homemade kimchi that he goes to put in the fridge.]