As he thought about it, he felt that if he waited for Yi Qing and Ran to say something, they might try to make things worse for him. Thus, he scolded himself internally — he didn't even know that such a person would be so stupid as to make the decision first and then tell Yi Qing, "It's better to make the first move," he said to Yi Qing first.
In order to alleviate the awkwardness of this matter, he went from the east side of the city to the west side and bought Yi Qing's favorite roast goose. He carried it in his arms and ran home. It was still warm when he got home.
Yi Qing had been lying on the bed with the stove in his arms. He slowly sat up and stared at Qin Lie with a smile that was not a smile.
Seeing her expression, Xiao Fen suddenly had a bad feeling.
He pretended to be calm as he took the roasted goose out of his cloak and placed it on top of the pile. "I brought you a roasted goose along the way," he said.