Yu Jingrong was busy in the kitchen, washing and picking vegetables. No matter what, a guest in the house deserves a home-cooked dinner as a basic courtesy.
When Su Luo came out, she saw Yu Jingrong bustling about in the kitchen.
Her leg was injured, but she could still walk, despite a slight limp. She hobbled step by step into the kitchen and looked at Yu Jingrong in surprise, "Jingrong, are you cooking yourself? Don't you have any help at home?"
"No, Li Chengyun doesn't like to have maids. Even the cleaning is done by ourselves." Yu Jingrong laughed answered, then he picked up some meat from the fridge and rinsed it in water. "I know you can't eat spicy food, so I'll cook some light meals tonight."
"Let me help you," Su Luo offered, advancing towards the counter.
While washing the lean meat, Yu Jingrong shook his head, "No need, your leg isn't in the best condition, go sit and rest in the living room, I'll be finished soon."
