When the dishes were placed on the table, fireworks were already going off outside.
Yu Xia helped with serving a dish, while Xie Qingci followed from the kitchen with bowls and chopsticks, sticking close from behind.
Even with his hands full, he could still nudge her with his shoulder, like he was pushing her forward or trying to hang on to her, sticking like glue.
Yu Xia shrugged her shoulders back, pushing him away, and hurriedly walked forward.
"Hey, don't latch on to me, I'm still holding a dish, careful it might spill."
His long legs caught up with her easily, and with his parents sitting in the living room, he didn't shy away, pressing up against her, his chest touching her shoulder, and whispered, "What were you just talking to my mom about?"
"I said you're mature, steady, and sensible, good-looking and a great cook, a rare gem." Her attention was still on the dish in her hand, she said casually.
Xie Qingci's eyebrows raised, the joy in his heart reflected on his face.
