Zhao Qiang had been a little angry, so he was not hungry before. Now that Wang Ke'er was here, Zhao Qiang relaxed and started to feel hungry.
He looked at Wang Ke'er, then silently took the bag from her and went inside the house. Zhao Qiang's expression was calm, and his eyes were like deep pools of water. Wang Ke'er's heart beat faster when she saw them.
"What are you going to cook for me?" Wang Ke'er asked.
Zhao Qiang walked into the kitchen silently and began to pack the ingredients.
Wang Ke'er watched Zhao Qiang quietly. Zhao Qiang took out some ribs, vegetables, and some seasoning. Wang Ke'er thought that if she returned at a normal time, it might have been a very happy dinner.
She quietly watched Zhao Qiang wash the ingredients. Water would splash onto Zhao Qiang's clothes from time to time.
Wang Ke'er immediately took out an apron from the cabinet. She said, "I'll help you put on the apron, or else your clothes will get wet."
