Gu Nuan ignored him, knowing full well that his remark was intentional.
Seeing her suddenly pull her hand away and walk ahead, Xiao Yebai slid his fingers into his pocket and squinted at her retreating figure.
Indeed, that man surnamed Ou must have some secret—
After returning to their small apartment, Gu Nuan prepared to cook for him. Because one of her hands was injured, she wore gloves to prevent contaminating the food and the wound while she worked.
As a result, chopping and washing vegetables became somewhat inconvenient.
She called over someone who had been lying on the couch reading comic books since they got home.
"Help me chop this old hen into pieces."
The big white dog immediately leapt up at her call, barking and rushing to the kitchen. Taking the kitchen knife from her, he stared at the old hen lying on the chopping board, unsure.
"How should I cut it?"
Gu Nuan gestured to him how it's done.
