Watching Song Guanchao gulp down her leftovers, Wu Qiangwei resembled a shy, new bride, her head bowed as she cradled her soup bowl.
Grandma and Grandpa seemed to take no notice.
After finishing her soup, Wu Qiangwei got up to leave but then stopped, turned back, and began clearing away the empty bowls and dishes.
She had never done these household chores before but knew that when visiting someone's home, she couldn't act too much like a lord.
It wasn't that she lacked this concept; it didn't mean she was ignorant of social conventions.
"Stop fussing. I'll clean up."
"It's fine. I can handle it."
Wu Qiangwei diligently began clearing the tableware.
Although she hadn't done much dishwashing before, it wasn't a difficult task.
They were all adults, capable enough to lead others, certainly not so helpless as to need an online tutorial to wash dishes.
Song Guanchao joined her, sneaking glances at her from time to time.
