Lu Yuanfeng was drenched in sweat, but without taking a break, he dove straight into work.
Standing nearby, Liu Zian couldn't help but feel envious of Lu Yuanfeng. The moment Lu Yuanfeng walked in, he noticed the corners of Shuangshuang's mouth lifted slightly more, and the way they interacted seemed particularly harmonious. She could even casually have Lu Yuanfeng help out, yet he couldn't enjoy any of that.
Liu Zian felt a bit obsessed, constantly comparing himself to Lu Yuanfeng. He even wanted to become more familiar with Shuangshuang.
The sound of Lu Yuanfeng chopping meat on the cutting board echoed, each chop surprisingly rhythmic.
Mu Shuangshuang stood at the corner of the cutting board, slicing ingredients. Ginger was cut into slices, garlic into pieces — even these seemingly small tasks kept her busily engaged.
Their cooperation was so impeccable that Liu Zian felt like an outsider who couldn't blend in, which made him grow a bit anxious inside.
