Shi Xing changed his shoes and looked around.
The 75-square-meter space has only one bedroom, one kitchen, one bathroom, and one living room. It has everything you need, but it lacks unnecessary features. It's more than enough for one person.
The room was very clean, and because the kitchen was used regularly, it had a very homey feel, but she noticed that Su Xian didn't have many personal belongings.
When someone has a home, they usually decorate it to their liking, but this place is so clean it looks like a show home.
Su Xian was a little embarrassed: "Please sit down first, I'll go and start making the soup."
"Okay, go ahead and do your work, don't worry about me."
Shi Xing thought of his Shanglin Mansion, which was still under renovation, and how it would be ready for people to live in in three months. The environment there was much better than here.
She got up and walked to the kitchen door. Su Xian was preparing ingredients for a stew, saying it was a soup made with sand ginseng and Solomon's seal and black-boned chicken, which was said to nourish yin and moisten the lungs.
His slender figure, wearing an apron, gave him the air of a good, domestic man.
However, he was too young; his immature features could only be described as those of a young man.
Shi Xing loves watching them busy in the kitchen; it's so beautiful!
Su Xian was quick; as he finished and reached behind his back to untie the ties, two hands pulled them off before he could.
He turned to look at Shi Xing, and he hadn't even noticed her walking behind him. Was he too relaxed, or were her steps too light?
Shi Xing could see the doubt in his expression.
She wanted to say both, but she just smiled and took off her apron and hung it up: "You were too focused and didn't notice me coming over."
Su Xian's hand was grabbed by her: "Can you read minds?"
She has answered his inner thoughts many times.
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