Jiang Baizhou watched her storm off angrily, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. Only after she entered the kitchen to help did he shift his gaze to the television.
Around twelve-thirty, Miss Yu Hui called from the kitchen to the father and son who were watching the midday news in the living room without exchanging a word: "Wash your hands, it's time to eat. Hurry up."
Jiang Baizhou stood up and walked to the dining room, pulling out his usual chair. Just then, Cen Jin carefully walked out of the kitchen holding a bowl filled to the brim with soup. Seeing this, Jiang Baizhou furrowed his brows, his long legs quickly striding to her side. He reached out to take the bowl from her hands, softly chiding, "Why fill it so full? Afraid there won't be enough for you to drink?"
"…"
Cen Jin was speechless. There was a hint of gratitude earlier, but after hearing his latter remark, she was left rolling her eyes. If he's helping, he should help—why add a personal jab into it!
