Lu Lingche was nitpicky in other areas, but he was never picky about eating. Whatever Qiao Yin cooked, he would finish it all.
However, he didn't touch the stir-fried greens she prepared because he remembered she liked them, and she didn't make much, just enough for her.
Qiao Yin initially feared he might snatch her greens, but when he had finished everything without even touching a single leaf, she felt a bit embarrassed.
He was never fussy about his food. Him not eating the greens could only mean one thing: he had left them for her on purpose.
What's with this tragic air? It's as if they can't even afford greens.
After eating the last piece of greens, Qiao Yin silently picked up the empty dishes, intending to wash them.
But as she stood up, Lu Lingche took them from her hands, "I'll do it."
Qiao Yin stared at his back as he carried the dishes to the kitchen, and for a moment, she wished he wasn't so kind—it would make it impossible to scold him.
