"Yanyi, you go rest, I'll make the coffee." Although Qin Jiran noticed that Su Yanyi's movements seemed somewhat awkward, he didn't recall Su Yanyi knowing how to make coffee.
"Look down on me?" Su Yanyi glanced at Qin Jiran, her hands continuing to move without pause. Although there was still a slight unfamiliarity, the procedure was faultless. She could even operate independently without reminders from the system.
"How could I? I'm just worried you'll tire yourself out." Qin Jiran smiled warmly, finding Su Yanyi's behavior akin to that of a child throwing a tantrum. He would never look down on her for something like this; he simply thought she had never made it before. But now, seeing her do it with such skill, he no longer worried and continued cooking breakfast, occasionally glancing at her with caring concern.
