Chen Yan simply opened the kitchen window, letting the outside air circulate in and slowly carry the stench of blood out of the room.
By the time the dumplings were cooked, the bloodstains on the floor had already been wiped once, but some discoloration still remained; it was obvious that one round of scrubbing wasn't enough.
But looking at how out of breath Angie was, Chen Yan turned off the stove and tapped the pot with a ladle.
"Take a break. Eat first, then get back to work."
He scooped out the dumplings and filled two big bowls, then glanced around at the furnishings in the house.
With Wu lying on the dining table, he just carried all the food over to the coffee table in front of the couch.
Angie stared blankly at Chen Yan, obediently set down the mop, went to wash her hands, helped bring over bowls and chopsticks and such, then walked to the couch and sat down beside Chen Yan.
