Qin Yao was excellent in many aspects but utterly lacked talent in cooking.
"Bring me the apron!" Gong Xiaoqiao instructed.
"Okay, hold on." Qin Yao quickly set down the things he was holding and went to fetch the apron for her.
Standing behind her, he helped her put it on and then hugged her, taking her hands in his, "Xiaoqiao, if this is a dream, I'd rather never wake up, even if it means drowning in such happiness..."
"Stop acting like a poetic youth all the time, dreaming of how many flowers fall. Go peel the onions!"
"As you command! Master Xiaoqiao!"
"Actually, I prefer hearing 'honey'."
Qin Yao stiffened, "I'm sorry..."
Gong Xiaoqiao wasn't cutting onions, yet her eyes had reddened, "Qin Yao, what should we do? If the time comes for me to leave and I still can't bear to part with you, what then?"
"Xiaoqiao..."
"Because of me, many people have been troubling you these days, haven't they!"
"I can handle that, don't worry about it."
"Qin Yao, do you like me?"
"Yeah."
