"I'll do it! Can you not stand the smell of cooking oil?"
"No worries!" An Hao said to Qin Jian with a smile, "Go upstairs and bring down something from the drawer for me."
"What is it?"
"You'll know when you bring it."
Qin Jian obediently went upstairs to fetch the item and, upon opening the drawer, he found several medical masks.
He couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time, carrying the masks down from upstairs: "What did you buy these for?"
"Specifically for cooking for you." An Hao took the masks from his hands and put one on.
"Wife, why don't you take a break? I can cook by myself."
"You were talking in your sleep last night! You kept saying you wanted to eat the sweet and sour pork ribs I make." That's why she had specifically gone out to buy masks today, just to cook for Qin Jian.
"I was sleep-talking?" Qin Jian was somewhat incredulous, but then considered that it was possible.
