"Just wait a bit, the meal will be ready soon!"
Su Hang entered the house and saw Liu Qing cooking with a scarf around her. She looked considerably thinner; during the time he had been out of touch, she must have been worried sick.
"You sit down, I'll do it!" Su Hang said.
"No need..." Liu Qing tried to protest, but Su Hang had already lifted her in his arms and placed her on the sofa.
Watching him bustling about in the kitchen, Liu Qing smiled and propped up her chin, quietly observing him.
Seeing him serve the meals and continuously add food to her bowl, as if he wished she could eat all the dishes, Liu Qing couldn't help but give a bitter smile.
"After I wash the dishes, I'll accompany you for a walk to help digest," Su Hang said in a gentle voice.
Liu Qing shook her head, "Don't wash the dishes, you should go home and check on things."
"I'll go tomorrow morning," Su Hang said.
"Go now, right away," Liu Qing insisted.
