Lan Zhan cannot help the huff of surprised, helpless laughter, immediately ducking his head out of instinct as his shoulders shake.

"It is cold," he murmurs, unable to look at Wei Ying but still enjoying the ability to whine, just a little bit. Food is not to go cold but at all costs, food is especially never to go uneaten.

"Would Wei Ying like something to drink? Have tea or may allow a little wine."