Mei Yangyang was scooping some noodles into a bowl when she decided to just tidy his kitchen as well. "You've got such a nice and well-designed kitchen, yet you don't put it to good use. What a waste," she said while wiping away the dust and organizing the crockery.
"Well, it won't go to waste if you drop by to cook for me every day."
Startled, Mei Yangyang grinned and said in response, "Aren't you afraid I would poison you?"
"You may try, if you dare," he teased and brought the bowls and chopsticks out.
Mei Yangyang removed her apron and headed to the living room, where the heater was turned on at full blast. She sat down opposite him and said, "If there's nothing else, then I'd better get going, in case it gets too late and I miss the bus."
He looked up and said, "I'll send you home. Since I've brought you here, how could I let you take the bus home? Piggy."
"You're the piggy," Mei Yangyang retorted.
