Upon meeting those eyes, Song Song's expression turned trembly and fragile again. She suddenly remembered the box of sanitary pads and the lingerie as thin as a cicada's wings, the kind she'd never wear, and felt her face heat up...
She tried to find her voice, "Uh, Sister-in-law Zhou, steam them for half an hour and they'll be ready. I... I'll go prepare my lessons now."
"Oh, oh..." Sister-in-law Zhou couldn't shake the feeling that something was off today, "Then, Young Madam, what would you like for dinner? Consider it my thanks for helping me make baozi."
"No, no, I..."
Song Song was about to politely decline when she saw the man step into the kitchen, instantly silencing her.
The man said in a deep voice, "Sister-in-law Zhou, she and I already ate outside."
Sister-in-law Zhou froze, what's going on here?
So they had already eaten outside together, no wonder she felt something was odd today!
Is this the beginning of something good?
