Summer days are long, and even after the sun has completely set, it takes a while before night falls.
The aroma of food wafts out alongside the sizzling sounds from the kitchen. The dining table in the living room is set up, Gu Xiaoqing teases Anya, and He Fang goes to wash some fruit.
"Come on, come on, bring the dishes."
Qin Guanglin waves his spatula and calls out.
"Coming! Wow~ It smells so good, Brother Qin's cooking is just the best."
"Flatterer, hurry up and serve them."
"Heh heh heh."
Gu Xiaoqing really likes the atmosphere here, a million times better than the constant nagging and bickering at her home—it's what a normal family should be like.
"Brother Qin, is your comic nearing its end? The plot seems to be advancing really fast."
At the dinner table, she gossips with Qin Guanglin. Although he's quite prolific, one series taking two or three years is indeed wearing.
