Lin Qiao naturally believed this and responded with a smile, "I trust you, little uncle."
With his sister-in-law's approval, Song Tingfan's grin almost reached his ears. "I'll go help Grandma cook; you wait in the room for a while, sister-in-law."
He paused for a moment, "I thought you'd be back in a couple of days, so I washed the quilt cover. Grandma saw that the stitching was coming loose on the other set and decided to mend it, but it's not done yet."
"Do you want to use mine?"
Fearing she might find it unclean, he quickly added, "I've washed it, really." Saying this, he raised his hand sheepishly in a vow.
Lin Qiao knew he was a clean freak and teased him on purpose, "Aren't you afraid I'm dirty?"
"Not at all, sister-in-law isn't dirty." Song Tingfan quickly shook his head and soon added two more words, "Smells nice."
After saying this, he realized what he had said, and his face turned beet red.
