To prevent another awkward situation like the last time, Jiang Nuan checked upstairs and tidied up every personal item, tossing them into the storage room, afraid that Fu Yi might see them again.
After finishing all that, she simmered the chicken soup in the pot, started cooking rice, washed her hands, and headed out, saying to the man casually flipping through a magazine in the living room, "The rice isn't cooked yet. I'll deal with the dishes when it's done. I'll return the neighbor's dog first."
She waved to the corgi squatting at Fu Yi's feet, softly coaxing, "Little Potato, come here, I'll take you home."
The dog on the carpet perked up its big pink ears, its eyes shiny like black grapes, looking at her first, then turning its head to stare at Fu Yi, with a hesitant expression as if seeking Fu Yi's approval.
