Wang Dahai walked into the kitchen and seeing her somewhat clumsy movements, couldn't help but say, "If you can't cook, why eat at home?"
Wu Qiangwei's face flushed slightly, and she retorted somewhat indignantly, "Just because I can't cook doesn't mean I can't try, right?"
"Of course, of course."
Wang Dahai said, "Alright, go to the side and wash the radishes."
He rolled up his sleeves and began chopping vegetables.
Half an hour later, when Wang Dahai was in full swing, Lin Wanqiu came back.
Wang Dahai heard the noise and turned his head to look.
At that glance, he was somewhat transfixed.
It had been many days since he last saw her.
Seeing her suddenly now, he felt a sense of trepidation.
Their eyes met briefly, and both shifted their gaze away at the same moment.
"Sister-in-law, you're off work," Wang Dahai greeted.
"Mm."
Lin Wanqiu changed her shoes and came in, asking, "Need my help?"
