The next day, Ye Xiaoyu was bored in the apartment when Anjue went to work.
Feeling restless in the apartment, Ye Xiaoyu thought of delivering a loving lunch to Anjue at the office around noon, and thus began instructing Zhou Bie to wash vegetables.
"Ye Xiaoyu, are you using me as a laborer?"
Ye Xiaoyu placed her hands on her hips, striking a fierce pose, "Your grandmother can't get you to move, huh?"
"I can, I can." Zhou Bie quickly laughed it off, "But why are you in the mood to cook today? I didn't know you had the skills to enter the kitchen."
Admittedly, there were many things she couldn't do or shouldn't do while with Anjue. Even her own strengths and weaknesses seemed to blur.
Ye Xiaoyu just smiled simply.
Then she prepared a lot, leaving Zhou Bie surprised: "Why are you making so much?"
"To bring to Anjue, and I'm making a portion for you too! You've put in effort, I can't let you watch us eat, right?"
