After dinner.
The sun had set. The lights in the house were now on.
Dong Shanshan gathered the dishes, "I'm going to wash the dishes."
"Let me." Zhang Ye said, "It's always you doing the washing."
Dong Shanshan slapped his hand away and smiled, "When I can afford to pay such expensive rent, you can be rest assured that I won't be polite to you. You can do the dishes everyday then."
Zhang Ye did not insist, "Alright then."
Wearing a qipao and high heels, Dong Shanshan did not bother changing out of her getup. Hua la la, the running water could be heard.
Zhang Ye said loudly, "Oh yes, how's your program going?"
"What do you mean how's it going? It's doing alright." a female voice drifted out from the kitchen.
Zhang Ye said, "The second episode's going to air tomorrow, right? Why did you come back so early today? Is the recording done? Or will you be doing the recording tomorrow? There won’t be enough time, right?"
"It's already recorded."
"Then that's OK."
