"I'll help too."
Yao Mingyue pushed her wheelchair, her hands still able to do some tasks.
An Nuannuan shook her head.
"My mother said that housework is the responsibility of the woman of the house and shouldn't trouble others, especially since you're still a patient."
An Nuannuan's tone was as pure and serious as ever.
She gathered all the dishes in front of her as if afraid someone would take them away.
Yet Yao Mingyue could still feel an implicit meaning in her words, or perhaps she was being overly suspicious.
She didn't say much more.
She pushed her wheelchair alongside An Nuannuan into the kitchen.
After Nuannuan washed the dishes, she was responsible for taking them and placing them in the cabinet.
This time, An Nuannuan didn't say anything either.
Neither of them was particularly adept at household chores, but together they had an unusual tacit understanding that prevented them from being as clumsy as one might be alone.
