"Miss Ning, is there something else you haven't brought up?"
Before Qin Yin could finish her sentence, Nan Sichen, who was attentively biting into his bread, calmly asked.
"Oh, right, there are still the fried eggs," Miss Ning exclaimed, slapping her forehead. "Ah, look at my absent mind. I'll go get the eggs. Miss Qin, you can write down your preferences and leave them for me."
After saying this, Miss Ning headed to the kitchen. Qin Yin watched her, puzzled – she hadn't even finished her explanation. She was only staying for one night, so what was all this writing about? She wasn't planning to come again.
As Qin Yin was thinking about how to explain this to Miss Ning, Nan Sichen's cool voice rang out again, "Miss Ning also does the laundry."
Qin Yin was stunned, and then laughed awkwardly. She knew it – how could someone like Nan Sichen ever do laundry? Even if he could, there was no way he would do it for her.
