Bo Yanching threw an apron at him, "Clean the fish."
Mo Tingshen chuckled, "Brother Yan, you're trying to butter up Jiaojiao by dragging Yaen Chi and me into being your sous-chefs—that's not very noble."
Bo Yanching's dark eyes narrowed, teasingly saying, "Would you rather go out and chat with them?"
The hand that Mo Tingshen used to pinch his cigarette trembled slightly, "Spare me, please."
He'd rather don an apron and roll up his sleeves to clean fish than go out and face Chu Yao's antipathy, which she always made no effort to hide.
Compared to him, Xu Shu got along with everyone. He was always good-natured and could quickly adapt even amidst a group of women.
After the food was ready, he stood up and snatched the snacks from Xu Tingting's arms.
He said, "Go wash your hands, get ready for dinner, I'll help bring out the dishes."
Xu Tingting scrunched her nose playfully, clearly having a bone to pick with her brother always nagging her about snacking.
