Qin Shuang heaved a sigh and turned to leave.
Isn't he just being fussy?
Day after day, only he has a mouth to talk.
Her irritation still bubbling, Qin Shuang stormed into the kitchen and quickly prepared a bowl of clear noodle soup for him, and after a thought, kindly added two poached eggs.
After changing his clothes, He Zhiyao came down and stopped at the kitchen door, where he saw Qin Shuang placing the freshly fried poached eggs into the bowl, even taking the time to arrange them with flair.
He slightly curled the corners of his lips and walked over, hugging Qin Shuang from behind.
Qin Shuang jumped, startled: "What are you doing?"
"Just admiring Miss Qin's culinary skills, may I?" He Zhiyao whispered by her ear.
A bit embarrassed, Qin Shuang pushed him slightly: "Aren't you hungry? If you're hungry, then eat."
"Hmm, I am hungry, but..." He Zhiyao bit gently on her earlobe: "I want to eat Miss Qin."
