Xirong Ziye walked into the kitchen to help Bai Yaoyao, but he was at a loss and didn't know what to do.
The corners of Bai Yaoyao's lips turned up. "Help me wash these vegetables and then peel those potatoes…"
Xirong Ziye listened to Bai Yaoyao's instructions and began to wash and cut the vegetables.
At that moment, Bai Yaoyao's frozen heart began to melt slowly. She really enjoyed this moment's warmth because it allowed her to, at least, pretend that this man was all hers.
Bai Yaoyao guided him patiently on how to cut the vegetables. "Your posture is wrong. Put your hand here and move back. This way, you won't cut yourself."
Bai Yaoyao thought that if she wasn't around him one day, and if Miss Xiamu didn't know how to cook, he could still cook for himself if he wanted to eat a home-cooked meal.
Despite forcing herself to harden her heart towards him, her heart was still soft—she couldn't let go.
