This way of standing around with hands behind the back, Xie Qingci had only ever seen it on his dad.
He found it amusing, and after washing the vegetables, he cut the zucchini in half, saying, "No need, you go ahead."
Yu Xia, pretending she wanted to help but couldn't, left at ease, and before going, she softly reminded him:
"Just one dish or two will do, don't use too much of their stuff."
We're broke.
The last bit of heart-wrenching sentiment was left unsaid, but Xie Qingci would probably get the gist.
Xie Qingci nodded.
Not long after she left, someone came downstairs from the second floor, slowly walked to the kitchen, and before approaching, that distinctive voice chimed in.
"Sorry, did you use the tomatoes on the windowsill? I forgot to tell you, they're my daughter's snacks."
Xie Qingci put down the knife and turned to call out, "Cheng, no, they're still here."
