"Forget it, I won't wash tonight. I'll wash tomorrow morning. Don't you touch it, or else I won't let it go with you!"
Joking aside, she's never let a man help her with this sort of thing, including Tong Zhan's own socks and underwear, which he washes himself. For thicker outerwear, he washes them himself too, always afraid that she'd tire her hands, which wield the scalpel.
This might be the only advantage of finding a man as self-disciplined in life as Tong Zhan, right?
Ye Huan closed the bedroom door and was about to get on the bed when she suddenly remembered.
"What are we eating tomorrow? How about making tofu again? Send some to everyone else? So you can go and mooch food?"
Tong Zhan shook his head, "Just make some for the two of us. Actually, I don't mooch off of them every day, so you don't need to be so considerate. We've already lost out, haven't we?"
Ye Huan smirked, "I didn't realize you were so thrifty, alright, I'll make a little less then,"
