The sound of pots and pans colliding echoed from the kitchen. After all, Bo Yeyuan wasn't used to working routinely. In the Bo family, even when he learned cooking, there was a bunch of servants to assist and prepare the side dishes.
He was busy working, and accidentally broke a plate...
Li Qiyu leaned against the doorway, watching his handsome profile. His designer shirt had the sleeves rolled up, and the strawberry apron looked quite out of place on him.
He was putting dumplings in the pan, with no other ingredients. He was afraid she had been hungry for too long and couldn't wait.
Suddenly, as if sensing her presence, he turned his face to see her, and his thick eyebrows furrowed: "Your leg is injured, yet you're running around."