Mu Xiaoyao thought for a moment, then put down the mouse and stood up, still drying his hair with a towel.
His tall figure paused by the kitchen door, leaning against the frame as he watched the girl busily moving in front of the refrigerator.
"What are you making all this food for?"
"I've prepared some food for you and put it in the fridge; it won't go bad. If you want something to eat later, you can call me—assuming I'm at school."
"…Okay," Baili Xia mumbled to herself, completely oblivious to the seriousness in Mu Xiaoyao's eyes when he said "okay."
In the days that followed, she would slowly realize just how much trouble her kind gesture had brought her.
A foodie, and a man as lazy as a ghost, from then on, became a burden to her…
After putting the food in the fridge, the girl carried the ingredients for today's meal to the sink and began to busy herself.
