Lin Jinfang looked at the dishes arranged on the table, and suddenly felt a stir in his heart. He pulled out the chair in front of him and spoke to Cenhuan. Although he knew that the question he asked earlier was pointless, for some reason, he still wanted to confirm.
Cenhuan looked at the simple dishes on the table, "These are all the things I found in your kitchen just now, I just whipped up something simple, don't mind it." As she spoke, she placed a bowl of rice in front of Lin Jinfang.
After dinner, Lin Jinfang sat in the living room and through the glass between the living room and the dining room, looked at Cenhuan who was busy inside, a smile creeping onto his face.
Originally, he wanted to help, but Cenhuan stopped him.
Cenhuan washed the dishes in front of her, feeling a little itch on her face. She used her elbow to rub her face.
