Though she said she was helping, Mu Qiu didn't manage to do much except snack on the side and enjoy being fed by Cheng Zhirang.
Hearing him call "Qiuqiu" twice, she lazily helped to pass a bowl or plate.
Originally wanting to help peel a tomato, she was stopped and handed a pre-steamed orange egg custard on a plate instead.
"Eat a little first."
Mu Qiu sneaked a glance at the people in the living room, then turned to get a spoon.
She was very familiar with the placement of everything here.
"I'll eat one first, don't say anything."
Cheng Zhirang glanced at the living room and said, "Nobody's paying attention to you, eat. Be careful, don't get it on your hair."
"Oh. It's delicious, there's a fragrant orange flavor."
"Then I'll make it again next time," he said softly, lowering his head.
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During the rush hour waiting for the subway after work, Mu Qiu, who hadn't posted an original Weibo in a long time, updated a post visible to the entire internet.
