Su Xiaomeng felt a bit embarrassed as she spoke.
Yin Shixiu didn't say anything, just continued eating the noodles in his bowl. For a moment, both were silent.
Su Xiaomeng inadvertently noticed that his hand holding the chopsticks had a noticeable swelling…
"Uncle, what happened there?"
With a mouthful of fried egg, she pointed at his hand and casually asked.
"Got burnt a little."
Su Xiaomeng froze for a moment, looked at the fried egg on the plate and the noodles in her bowl.
She continued eating her noodles as if nothing was wrong…
Casually asked, "Uncle… did you always cook for yourself before?"
"Not really, either in London or at home, the servants would cook, and otherwise, I ate out… What's up?"
"… Nothing, nothing much."
Su Xiaomeng ate her noodles in big bites…
Trying hard to ignore the little bit of strange emotion bubbling up inside her.
