Yan Qingruo went to the kitchen to wash some fruit; after all, living and eating for free, she hadn't contributed anything to the household yet and felt somewhat uneasy about it.
Just as she was about to grab the fruit and turn on the faucet, someone appeared behind her.
A pair of large hands reached over, took the fruit and began washing it—she was having her period today, and it was best to avoid contact with cold water.
Yan Qingruo stuck out her tongue and chuckled, following him into the living room.
He lowered his gaze, fruit knife in hand, playing with it perfectly, a whole apple spun in his hand, and in an instant, it was a peeled apple.
Yan Qingruo watched in amazement: "Your job... it couldn't be a chef, could it?"
"Just eat it!" Chen Qianmo stuffed the apple into her mouth.
Yan Qingruo held the apple, a big smile spreading across her face.
That evening, Yan Qingruo still made her bed on the floor.