It was Guo Cuihua who walked a few steps, then remembered Cheng Zhiwei was still here, turned her head, and instructed, "Zhiwei, you and Ah Lin go stroll nearby, your dad and I will be right back, and oh, remember to wash the bowls."
The sound of her voice had barely settled when she was already far away.
Clutching half a bowl of noodles, Cheng Zhiwei stood there, dazed.
Zhou Lin lit a cigarette, and the smell of nicotine spread quickly.
The mountain air was fresh and chilly. Zhou Lin took a drag and felt much better in his stomach. He glanced at Cheng Zhiwei, who was still standing there foolishly and couldn't help flicking her forehead with his finger, "You were supposed to wash the dishes, what are you spacing out for?"
Cheng Zhiwei glared at him annoyed and went off to the kitchen with the bowls and chopsticks.
