The kitchen door was open, and she saw him very clearly.
And that guy seemed to sense her gaze as well, turning his head to look back for a moment and saying, "You're back! It'll be ready right away, just the last dish left. If you two are hungry, go ahead and eat; the bowls and chopsticks are all set out on the table."
"N-not... not hungry yet..."
"How is that possible! Stop standing on ceremony, alright."
"Sister Huang Lan hasn't even rushed, what... what are we rushing for." An You suddenly turned a bit shy.
"Oh, you mean that. After the two of you left this morning, we figured the weather was great, so we brought a barbecue grill out into the garden to grill. That's why we're not hungry yet."
"You even have a barbecue grill at home? That's insane!"
"I have both aircraft carriers and spaceships at home."
"Stop bragging!" Even though An You saw his back turned to her, she subconsciously rolled her eyes at him and added, "Is it hygienic to talk while you're cooking like this!"
"...Isn't that how everyone cooks at home." An Yang muttered, and didn't pay attention to her after that.
In the blink of an eye, Xiaochán rinsed the kitchen knife with water and slid it back into the knife holder. She turned to look at him, her eyes sharply contrasting in black and white, and her voice soft and delicate: "They're chopped."
"Good."
An Yang checked the heat, and when it was about right, he took the pan off the stove, sprinkled cilantro right over the top, and carried it out.
"It's ready!" He placed this fish into a gap in the very center of the table, began to untie his apron, and casually found a seat to sit