Song Jiaqi: "..."
Ye Yang placed the empty bowl on the coffee table, "I was just feeling hungry, it's ready in the pot, it would be a shame not to eat it."
"..."
Hey, hey, Ye Yang, can that really be your reason for eating someone else's food??
...Oh well.
Eventually, Song Jiaqi woke up a little and stood up from the sofa.
After all, she's living under someone else's roof. She still had to pay for those clothes, might as well eat, she could just make it again.
"I'll go make another one, are you... still hungry? Should I count you in?"
"OK," Ye Yang rubbed his stomach and nodded, "To be honest, I'm still pretty empty, I'll have another bowl."
As Song Jiaqi turned to the kitchen, she thought, does this mean Ye Yang is really satisfied with her cooking?
The dinner dishes too, she thought she made too much, but all three of them finished everything.
After a while, Ye Yang, sitting in the living room, suddenly said: "Don't you have something to say to me?"
