When Leng Lingxiao came down, Tang Xiaowan was thoroughly enjoying her meal, alternating between bites of eggplant and spicy peppers, her eyes fixed intently on the large iron pot on the stove, eagerly waiting for the water to boil to add the dumplings.
"Don't move, I'll do it."
"Mr. Leng, your injury..."
"It's fine, give it to me."
Leng Lingxiao took the cloth from Granny Yu's hands, slowly lifted the oil pot, and aimed at the pale yellow enamel basin beside him, "Just pour it in here. Is it too small?"
"Go ahead, it's no problem."
Just as Granny Yu had said, it was the perfect size.
Who would have guessed he was so perceptive!
Tang Xiaowan curled her lip, silently impressed, and as she turned, her eyes met Leng Lingxiao's bright ones. His look seemed to say, it was no big deal, just a flick of the wrist.
"Put that pot on too, so we can cook them together. Otherwise, with more people, we'll have to wait longer," Tang Xiaowan suddenly spoke up to Leng Lingxiao.
