Qin Huai never could have imagined that what started as a simple holiday gathering sparked by eating dumplings would turn into this.
Master Zhou sat in the living room, waiting for the last batch of snacks to be ready.
Zhao Cheng'an, like a middle-aged man who didn't want to go home after work and just wanted to hide in the garage for a smoke, was dawdling in the kitchen, doing who knows what.
An Youyou was trying her best to employ her workplace social skills, dismantling the fruit baskets she and Shi Dadan brought, washing them, and slicing them into a fruit platter.
By the way, given that An Youyou wasn't skilled with the knife, the fruit platter ended up looking a bit unappetizing, and she wasted quite a bit of the trimmings. Reluctant to waste anything, she nibbled while she cut, and Qin Huai, watching from the side, was afraid she'd fill up on fruit before the meal.
