"I'm saying—" Gao Dashuai looked at his own hands, "I don't know how to do this. Why don't we have Sister Bai Lu come out and help you again?"
"Does she not have anything else to do? You're just standing here with nothing to do." Every word out of Jun Ye's mouth was perfectly reasonable, arguing him into clapping a hand over his own mouth.
Helpless, Gao Dashuai put on the gloves and shouted as he worked, "Sister Bai Lu, what are you doing? Aren't you coming out to help your husband coat these with flour?"
He called a few times, but no one answered.
Gao Dashuai started muttering in his heart: Sister Bai Lu really is a bit different today.
He turned back to look at Jun Ye, that silent back view, as if he'd accepted everything happening in front of him by default.
