Night fell. In the first-floor dining room of the brightly lit villa, Qin Muqing methodically cleared the dishes from the table.
"I'm heading out in a bit. I won't be sleeping here tonight, so lock up early and get some rest." Having eaten his fill, Lin Li stood up and spoke to Qin Muqing, who was clearing the dishes.
"Okay." Qin Muqing gave a slight nod and carried the cleared dishes toward the kitchen. Just then, Lin Li spoke up again. "Wait a second…"
"Mr. Lin, is something wrong?" Qin Muqing stopped, turned to look at Lin Li, and asked.
"The dinner you made tonight was pretty good…" Lin Li complimented, while adding internally, 'But compared to Su Yue's cooking, there's still a lot of room for improvement.'
Hearing Lin Li's praise, Qin Muqing's eyes lit up. She smiled brightly and said, "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Lin. I'll work even harder."
