He Qingran took the initiative to scrub the pots and wash the dishes. After tidying up, she sidled up to Xia Zhaoyun, who was holding a pen in her left hand.
"Yunyun, you should teach me how to cook from now on!" Xia Zhaoyun had wanted to teach her before, but He Qingran was only interested in eating. She had absolutely no patience for learning how to cook delicious food step by step.
But this time she had a goal in mind and was full of motivation. The mere thought of one day cooking such a delicious meal for the person she loved, watching them eat with satisfaction, was enough to make her heart stir.
Xia Zhaoyun smiled and nodded. "Okay. From now on, you can wake up early with me, and I'll teach you bit by bit."
She still wanted to maintain her persona of being deaf and having an injured hand, so the letter she had written before had to be hidden away.
Right now, she was fiddling with the fountain pen in her left hand, and there wasn't the slightest hint of awkwardness.
