Clang!
The kitchen knife fell.
Zhu Qing opened her mouth, "It's not the 'Big Universe Shumai'?"
"It is, but it isn't."
"So is it or not?" Zhu Qing pretended to grip the knife again, her smile turning dangerous.
Xia Yu wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, "I should say it's an improved version!"
"And then, you just fiddled with this table of improved noodles all night?" Zhu Qing's eyes swept over the dining table, her expression complex.
She wanted to say something but stopped.
"Yu, you really don't need to work so hard."
Zhu Qing held her breath. At the crucial moment, she didn't know how to clearly convey her heartfelt words.
She really wanted to tell Xia Yu—
You have two very amazing grandfathers!
If the sky fell, someone tall would hold it up. There's no need to fight so hard!
For this junior, Zhu Qing felt both pity and guilt.
