Song Qinghuan felt that she had embarrassed herself enough. After all, she had confessed her unrequited love for him. She didn't want to continue making a fool of herself. Angrily, she shot Shi Yuhuan a discontented look, grabbed the broom, and returned to the living room.
After a while, she finished cleaning, but Shi Yuhuan did not come out.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, eyebrows faintly furrowed. She thought for a moment, then went back with her broom.
Upon entering the kitchen, she saw Shi Yuhuan taking out food from the fridge.
"Cook," was all he said in a casual tone before turning around to leave.
You've got to be kidding me. He's treating her like a housemaid. Song Qinghuan huffed at his retreating figure and briefly considered raising her fists in protest. However, she remembered the last time she had been caught and decided against it.
She washed the rice and started cooking, then began washing the vegetables. As she worked, her mind remained preoccupied with thoughts.
