"Ye Feng, hurry up and wash the dishes." After the meal, Liu Sisi let out a satisfied burp, pointed to the dishes with a smile, and spoke.
"Why the heck should I wash the dishes?" Ye Feng was certainly not pleased, and now, stuffed as he was, he didn't even want to move.
"Tsk! You've got no romance," Liu Sisi scorned him thoroughly before saying with a giggle, "It should've gone like this; you offer to wash the dishes, then I'd say, 'Aren't you a good boy, let me do it instead!' You should be modest, get it?"
"Oh!" Ye Feng nodded, saying expectantly, "I'll go wash the dishes then!"
"Mm! Such a good boy, hurry up then." But Liu Sisi was clearly pulling Ye Feng's leg; the next scene didn't unfold as previously rehearsed. Where was the promised modesty?
"Don't move, I'll do it!" Although Liu Sisi unscrupulously broke her promise to Ye Feng, Liu Yajing stopped him, picked up the dishes, and headed to the kitchen.
