An Xiaxia made a face, then trotted into the kitchen to help the woman.
The evening glow painted her back a hyacinth color. Together with her fluttering black hair, it made a picturesque view.
A little smile crept onto Sheng Yize's face. However, his jaw dropped when he caught a glimpse in the corner of his eye of the clothes hanging in the yard.
The thought of An Xiaxia changing his clothes and washing them… the skin behind his ears quickly turned pink again.
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The dinner was delicately cooked, but neither of them was used to the flavor. They soon finished their meal after a few bites.
An Xiaxia went to help with the washing up after dinner, while Sheng Yize sat down and chatted with the woman's husband — that Uncle Zhou who had taken them in — under the grape trellis.
