overall situation, glanced at General Zhou.Zhou, the director, readily agreed: "Yes, yes, Mrs. Li, we will definitely handle this properly.""Really" Mrs. Li lightly glanced at Director Zhou and aske..."It's nothing." Shen Yi'an immediately turned away, a flush crossing his face.

"What do I do"

"Let's wash the rice."

Shen Yian took out a basket and poured two large bowls of rice into it, then handed it to Song Lin.

Song Lin didn't say anything, turned around and started washing rice.

Shen Yian opened the refrigerator to prepare today's dishes: egg drop soup, asparagus shrimp, and braised pork.

After grabbing the ingredients, she discovered that the fridge was half empty and couldn't help muttering, "I'll have to buy groceries again."

At that moment, the water behind her stopped. She immediately closed the refrigerator door and was ready to take Song Lin's place washing vegetables.

Little did they know, Song Lin behind them had also turned around at the same time. The two of them bumped directly into each other in the small kitchen.

"Oof!" Shen Yi'an's forehead slammed heavily against Song Lin's chest, the white gourd and shrimp in her hand scattering onto the ground.

"How do you always bump into things"

"...."

Shen Yian pursed her lips. In fact, she had always been plagued with troubles ever since she met Song Lin.

But she didn't dare say it, so she just said, "I'm sorry," and prepared to bend down and pick up the ingredients from the ground.

Song Lin reached out to block her body, then handed the washed rice into her hands.

"Stand still."

Shen Yian just wanted to ask what was wrong, when he saw the tall and imposing Song Lin squat down.

He picked up each shrimp carefully, even silently brushing aside the ice that had fallen out of the shrimp bag to the side.

It was only then that she realized there were quite a few ice cubes scattered at her feet. If she had moved just a little bit earlier and stepped on them, she would have been sprawled out flat on the ground.

Shen Yi'an gratefully withdrew his gaze, just in time to see the rice in the basket in his hand.

Although the rice isn't particularly dirty now, she could tell at a glance that Song Lin had indeed thoroughly washed it.

Suddenly, she felt a mix of emotions.

Remember once, Gu Cheng went to her house for a meal. Afraid that her mother would be too tired, she cooked by herself, and Gu Cheng leaned against the kitchen door talking about his longing for married life.

At that time, she truly believed Gu Cheng wanted to marry her. Otherwise, who would go on and on about the picture of them washing dishes and cooking together

She casually shoved the rice basket in her hand into Gu Cheng's, smiling and saying that he could get a head start on the experience.

Gu Cheng's face flickered with a hint of unnaturalness for a moment, but he quickly smiled and said, "It's an honor."

Shen Yian didn't mind his unnaturalness, thinking it was only natural for a man to help with some housework. Who knew that Gu Chengxiao had given her rice that wasn't even wet on the surface, purely perfunctory.

Gu Cheng also said he hadn't done it and wouldn't.

What he said made sense, but he forgot that he had also once said that his family was ordinary and that he had to do everything for himself since he was a child, so he would never let her suffer in the future.

At that time, she and Gu Cheng were in the heat of their love affair, so instinctively, she found an excuse for him without delving into it deeply.

Okay, she admitted she was stupid, and the reason now seemed ridiculous.

Similarly, Song Lin, who grew up with Aunt Mo and shared her hardships, never seemed to have treated her superficially.

"Alright," Song Lin got up and put the shrimp back on the plate.

Shen Yian came back to his senses, lowered his head, and was surprised to find that Song Lin had actually wiped the floor.

Thank you.

"Well, let's cook. What else do we need to make" Song Lin looked official but also playful, a bit serious and a bit amusing.

"Could you wash the shrimp for me, and also check for the shrimp lines"

"Hmm."

Song Lin nodded and turned to deal with the shrimp.

Shen Yian stood beside him, washing bamboo shoots and pork.

As darkness fell, their two figures, one tall and one short, were reflected in the glass window before them.

Perhaps sensing something, they both almost simultaneously looked up to the glass window and saw each other's slightly surprised expressions on it.

Shen Yian turned away sheepishly: "I, I'm hot-potting."bout these things at all.Wang Ruqi saw Shen Yian unmoved and felt somewhat dissatisfied.She's dressed to the nines, a pair of her shoes would cost Shen Yian a month's salary! Shen Yian should be envio...