She felt helpless, and Liang Yuening was also becoming increasingly anxious. He believed that these people's "protection" was just a facade — "surveillance" was the real deal, wasn't it?
Don't think she hadn't noticed how these people were cautiously watching all around, glancing over at the three of them from time to time, and then, whenever the kid was rinsing rice, cooking, or hanging clothes to dry, one of them would pull out a little notebook and painstakingly jot everything down.
This feeling of being watched was truly unpleasant, and Liang Yuening's mood was growing more and more irritable.
Dong Huiying furrowed her brows, "Forget it." Before Liang Yuening could lose his temper, she pulled him aside, "Help me start a fire, how about braised potato slices and egg soup for dinner?"
Liang Yuening licked his lips, "Add some spicy cucumber too!"
"Alright," she struggled to suppress a laugh. This guy really loved spicy food, such a heavy taste.
