"Shall I wash these?"
Su Xiaomeng stood beside him, staring at the dishes in the sink, and offered.
Yin Shixiu glanced at her and handed her a dry cloth, "You just need to dry them."
"Okay."
She stood beside him, watching him wash the dishes, feeling that something was off. His dishwashing motions seemed inexplicably... clumsy.
It suddenly dawned on her, he... wasn't someone used to doing household chores.
"Uncle..."
"Hmm?"
Instinctively responding to her, Yin Shixiu immediately felt it was not quite right, as he seemed to naturally accept the title "Uncle."
Su Xiaomeng looked up and smiled at him, "Thank you."
Yin Shixiu simply glanced at her, then withdrew his gaze, handing her the clean dishes, "Dry them."
If you listen carefully, you could actually detect a hint of urgency and panic in the tone of this self-assured thirty-year-old man.
