Watching her busy figure, Leng Zimo felt a fleeting illusion.
It was a strange feeling, as if he had seen her like this countless times before. He could even predict her next move from her small gestures.
Seeing her lift her wet hands and look around, he casually pulled a kitchen towel from the nearby counter and handed it to her.
"Zimo, when did you get here?"
Luo Xiaoqian took the towel, surprised to see it was him.
"A while ago, Mo Mo and the others were leaving just as I arrived and didn't close the door." Leng Zimo nodded towards the knife in her hand.
Luo Xiaoqian wiped the water off the knife and placed it back in the rack. She picked up the sushi platter from the table and handed it to him. "Wait for me at the dining table, I'll be right there."
Leng Zimo brought the sushi to the table. Moments later, she came out with a tray with two glasses of juice and some sushi dipping sauce placed in small dishes.
