Can You Stop Staring at Me?

She threw the vegetables in her hand to Han Chen and walked out of the kitchen. Han Chen watched her leave, seemingly pleased with himself. Zhou Mo went to the living room, turned on the TV, and randomly played the most popular TV drama at the moment. When she estimated that Han Chen had finished washing up, Zhou Mo got up and returned to the kitchen. Unexpectedly, Han Chen had already cut the vegetables.

“Will you come to do this?” Han Chen asked Zhou Mo, who was standing at the kitchen door.

Zhou Mo was not used to being served food and having someone cook for her, even though she paid for most of the meal. She washed her hands again, raised her hand to open the cabinet above her head to get an apron.