An Zhe's attention was immediately captivated by that familiar touch, much to the interloper's dismay. "Hey!" They barked, assuming (incorrectly) that someone else was the interloper here. "Get in line--" And there he was, the wall of Lu Feng.

The sputtering of that fellow went unacknowledged. "Whatever you think looks good," An Zhe replied appreciatively. "You know what I like." Way more than anyone else present did, at least. "We can have it tomorrow too."