How else could he have possibly spoken such words?
Seeing the shock on Shen Lan's face, Cheng Yanqing couldn't help but grin. "There is no such thing as mind-reading, yet your thoughts are clearly written all over your face."
Noticing the smirk on his lips, Shen Lan shot Cheng Yanqing a pointed look.
Immediately after, she looked at the refrigerator.
The fridge was still packed with vegetables. Her mother wouldn't be back anytime soon; not attending to them would mean they would spoil.
So, Shen Lan got a bag, and Cheng Yanqing inevitably became her assistant.
Cheng Yanqing tried to help open the bag, but given that this was his first time doing such a task, he fumbled a few times with stuff spilling all over, prompting a Nadir of disapproval from Shen Lan. "Cheng Yanqing, don't you do any housework at home?"
Even assisting with opening a bag was such an uphill struggle!
"No."
All the household chores were taken care of by the domestic help; he never had to lift a finger.
