Yu Chiyin looked helpless, worried she would say something inappropriate again, he quickly turned off the stove, and suggested she go sit in the dining room.
Lu Fengxuan gave him a cheerful thumbs-up and happily took a seat.
After dinner, the dishes and utensils couldn't just sit on the table all night, so Lu Fengxuan directed him to clean up and wash everything.
Yu Chiyin's brows were so furrowed they looked like they could trap mosquitoes, and with dishwashing gloves on, he gingerly picked up a plate with two fingers.
"Mr. Yu, staring at it for an hour won't make it clean itself!"
Lu Fengxuan leaned on the sofa, nibbling on a small piece of watermelon.
She directed him like a "foreman," fully skilled:
"Put it in the sink, then add some dish soap, reach in with both hands, scrub it, wash it, and then sterilize, and it's all okay."
Yu Chiyin ignored her, looked around with the plate in hand, and after a while, he suddenly threw the plate directly into the trash can.
