After the meal, Xia Ningxing took the initiative to pick up the dishes, standing up like a virtuous and well-behaved child. Her eyes, watery and innocent, blinked as she sensibly said, "Lu, I'm going to wash the dishes."
"I can do the washing," Lu Tingli suddenly rose, walked over to her, bent down, and snatched the dishes from her hands.
Although using children as labor was normal in those days, he, a man who had returned from the new century, still believed that such chores ought to be done by adults.
After he took the dishes away, Xia Ningxing also came back to her senses, her face cradled in her hands, her eyes watery and sparkling as she spared no effort to sing his praises, "Lu, you're so nice! When you grow up, you're definitely going to be a great man for a family to have around the house!"
