"Brother, you must have lit the stove in your room too, right? It's so warm."
"I'm not cold, it's uncomfortable when it's too hot." Guodong really couldn't stand the intense heat from the kang.
Zhao Xiaoli arranged the dishes and nervously went to call Jing Chu for dinner.
"Sister Xiaoli, my siblings and I really should cook for ourselves from now on."
"Jing Chu, I'm just idle at home, no health issues. I'll cook in the future, and you don't need to think too much about it."
"Sister Xiaoli, if you help with cooking every day, I'll mentally feel that it's expected of you, which isn't good. We should each eat our own meals."
"Our grain is together, really no need to separate. At most, whoever is free will cook."
Jing Chu, when the baby comes, I might not have time to cook; then I'll have to rely on you."
And there's no issue of anyone taking advantage here, Jing Chu, really don't overthink."
