Both of them ate with a bit of distraction.
The fish, which had been prepared several days for its final dedication, was thus let down by them and not properly savored.
After clearing the dishes and washing them clean, Xu Qing suddenly realized that he had become a human-shaped automatic dishwasher.
At home, it was him washing, and when visiting his parents' home, it was still him.
This wasn't part of the original plan, was it?
Turning to look at Jiang He, she was already sitting in front of the computer playing games, without a care in the world.
"Do you need your clothes washed?"
Xu Qing gave up thinking and went back to the room to grab the dirty clothes and throw them into the washing machine.
"Yes, my cotton pants."
Jiang He was frantically killing in the game, yet still mindful of her precious cotton pants, "And the sweater, that small cow... small cow..."
"That's called jeans, you can just say pants."
