Watching Mo Yuyan handle the crabs, Mi Ai held his hand, "I'll take care of the rest."
Mo Yuyan curved his lips into a smile, nodded, then walked out of the kitchen.
Mi Ai looked at his tall figure, smiled gently, then swiftly cooked the meal.
Dinner included steamed crab, spicy shrimp, sour and spicy lotus root, fish-flavored pork, tomato and egg soup.
The dining table in Mi Ai's rented apartment was quite small. Usually, when she's alone, one dish and one soup are enough, but with four dishes and a soup, it seemed a bit cramped.
The dishes filled the table, and Mi Ai and Mo Yuyan sat facing each other.
She picked up a bowl and served rice for Mo Yuyan, then served rice for herself.
"I wonder if it'll suit your taste."
Mi Ai was a bit nervous, and Mo Yuyan held her hand, "It certainly will."
Mo Yuyan reached out with his chopsticks, grabbed a piece of lotus root, and put it in his mouth, "It's delicious."
