Huanhuan said, "We'll have two people in a team. Shuang Yun and Xue Ling will be in charge of clearing the dishes tonight."
Shuang Yun had no objections to her arrangement, but he couldn't help but ask, "Why did you arrange for me to do things with this bird person?"
Huanhuan said slowly, "Because you two ate the most tonight."
Shuang Yun was speechless.
He couldn't argue with that reason.
Xue Ling leaned against the wall, his red robe billowing like fire. The corners of his mouth curled up, and there was a hint of ambiguity in his eyes. "Huanhuan, do I look like I know how to do housework?"
Huanhuan looked him up and down. "No, you don't look like you do."
Then, she took an apron made of cotton from her space. She put it on Xue Ling and looked him over again. She nodded.
"Now you do."
Xue Ling tugged at his apron. "What is this? It's ugly."
