Yan Ze got out of bed and saw Sally busying herself in the kitchen.
Yawning, he said, "Let the kids out. Even if you're not with me, at least there's still those little ones to keep me company and pass the time."
"Are you sure?" Sally was holding a spatula, stir-frying some vegetables, "If they come out, I'm not responsible anymore."
Yan Ze immediately fell silent, "...I'll think about it a bit more."
After Uncle Yase finished his bath, with his short brown hair still damp, and without his glasses, his eyes were especially captivating. He came over to help Sally serve the dishes.
Sally sniffed the scent on him, "What do you use for showering? I like it."
"He's using my shower gel," Yan Ze replied, "Same scent, how come you don't say I smell good?"
Sally responded, "It's different. Everyone has their base scent, and when mixed with other scents, it creates a whole new aroma."
