Just as Yu Lili was done with the first dish and had it covered, Jiao Ziqing arrived home with her fruits. Jiao Ziqing stood at the sink at the back to wash the fruits while Yu Lili continued to stir-fry her dishes and boil the soup. Neither of them said a word.
Unexpectedly for Yu Lili, the silence was neither awkward or uncomfortable.
When all the dishes were ready and Yu Lili had laid them on the table, she turned around and called out, "Auntie, you may tell Uncle that dinner is ready. I'll bring Ou Ming over."
Jiao Ziqing was sitting on the couch. She neither replied or reacted. Yu Lili knew Jiao Ziqing had her reservations about her, but she didn't wait for her to reply before heading to the room.
When Ou Ming heard movement, he knew she'd come. "How was it?"
"Dinner's ready. Let's go," Yu Lili said.
"You cooked?" Yu Lili could tell that Ou Ming sounded nervous. She was holding his uninjured hand, so she could feel his palms sweating.
