The fish in spicy bean sauce made by Shang Ruoya is pretty good, Qiann Yan quite likes the taste.
"When the weekend comes, let's ask your uncle to come over and cook. Once he's done cooking, he can head back," Shang Ruoya said.
Qiann Yan spoke up appropriately, "Wouldn't that be a bit much?"
"It's nothing, your uncle won't mind. Once we've dealt with those relatives of your aunt, we can finally be relieved."
Qiann Yan observed the smile on Shang Ruoya's face, and the happiness in her expression was definitely genuine.
As the current image of Shang Ruoya became clearer and more lively, the one in the original owner's memory grew more and more faint.
So, what was going on?
After dinner, Qiann Yan intended to wash the dishes, but was stopped by Shang Ruoya, "It's rare for me to do some chores, it's quite refreshing, you don't need to bother."
Qiann Yan sat silently on the sofa, and even the original owner who was watching everything found it hard to believe.
