Xia Che Had Barely Freed Up His Hands When Yue Guan Took the Boss's Chair

When she returned to the dish room, Hu Liena had already untangled several apron straps that had gotten twisted together.

She sat on a little stool by the door, Eevee crouched at her feet and looked up as she shook out the last apron. The comb they had nearly forgotten was now tucked into the small pouch at her waist.

"Why did you bring flowers back when you were only looking for someone?"

She smiled first when she saw Pancham carrying a clay pot into the courtyard.

"On the way," Yue Guan answered.

"You were on the way too?"

"The smell of food drifted all the way to me. It would have been hard not to be."

Chatot landed by the window and clearly added, "On the way."

Aunt Ding set down the dry cloth and went to inspect the pile of aprons. Seeing that the wooden bowls had already been put into the basket, she rolled up her sleeves, pulled over a small stool, and sat down.

"Come on, keep folding."

Pancham set the flowerpot down securely and immediately stood before her. Zorua lagged a little behind. Before entering, he glanced back at Yue Guan, and only relaxed after seeing that Yue Guan was no longer counting those three matters.

Aunt Ding picked up an apron, tucked in the long straps first, then folded over both sides.

"Did you forget this just now?"

Pancham looked at the two straps finally hidden away and nodded.

He took the next one and carefully copied her. By the final fold, the left side was a little wider than the right. He frowned and wanted to unfold it and start over, but Aunt Ding had already reached out to smooth it flat.

"It's good enough. You're not taking it somewhere to compete over