Yuntang slowly rolled up his shirt sleeves, recalling Xiaye's resentful glance before she left, and the smile at the corners of his lips deepened gradually.
"I don't know if it's tasty, but it definitely has some chew."
...
After the meal, Xiaye couldn't understand why Yuntang wanted Little Yunduo to be bullied, and she still looked angry while washing the dishes.
"Still angry?" After putting the dishes in the sterilizer, Yuntang, tall and regal, stood beside Xiaye. Without waiting for her to speak, he raised his hand to get the cleaning supplies from a high cabinet for her.
Feeling obligated to be polite, Xiaye awkwardly accepted it and honestly thanked him.
If today she had been arguing for herself, she definitely wouldn't have had the courage to look Yuntang in the eye like this.
But somehow, Little Yunduo's sensibility and gentleness made her heartache indescribable; she dared not confront her younger uncle directly, so she had to show her support through her actions.
