Yan Ningke volunteered to light the charcoal, but how could Lin Yechen really let him do it alone? He was the boss's other half, after all. If he actually got hurt, that would be a disaster.
So the two of them squatted in the courtyard and studied it for nearly an hour before finally getting it lit.
The price was soot-blackened hands and faces.
After someone pointed it out, they went inside to wash their faces.
Si Yanzhuo turned toward the man leisurely feeding the fish and couldn't help laughing. "You're just going to watch those two struggle?"
He hadn't even thought to lend a hand.
Shao Ke glanced at him and answered with a question of his own. "Aren't you paying a little too much attention to my assistant?"
Si Yanzhuo sat down and calmly brewed tea. "Am I?"
This time, Shao Ke didn't even look at him, merely giving a scoff of unclear meaning.
The second to arrive was Zheng Yan Che. Yan Ningke hadn't come back out yet when he arrived. After greeting Si Yanzhuo and Shao Ke, he found himself pestered by Lars.
Abandoning his previous aloofness, Lars circled Zheng Yan Che, whining to win his favor.
Oh! Handsome, sincere big brother, come play with me! Ignore those awful men with eight hundred schemes apiece.
In winter, dogs grew thicker coats, and before long, Zheng Yan Che was covered in dog hair.
Shao Ke snapped coldly, "Lars, get down!"
The husky sat down miserably and gave a defiant bark, though it sounded timid no matter how one listened.
Zheng Yan Che bent down to pat the dog's head and said with a smile, "It's fine. I can lint-roll it off later."
Besides, he had spare clothes in his car.
Lars perked right back up, gave his