"Qingqing's dad, are these sheets meant to be laid in the bedroom?"
Yang Yuxi gently checked with Huang Jun, holding a stack of neatly folded sheets and duvet covers in her hands.
"Yes, that's right, thank you."
Huang Jun's gaze lingered a few extra seconds on Yang Yuxi, a warm feeling surging in his heart.
At that moment, Wen Xueqian's crisp voice came from the kitchen, she was holding pots and pans, busy and orderly placing them in the second cabinet in the kitchen: "Chef Huang, I've sorted out the kitchenware you brought and put it there."
"Ah, that's great, thank you for your hard work." Huang Jun responded with gratitude.
On the other side, Chu Qiweng walked lightly beside Huang Jun, gently pointing her finger to a blank spot on the wall nearby, suggesting: "Chef Huang, do you think Qingqing and Weiwei's paintings would fit well hanging here?"
Huang Jun nodded agreeably: "Yes, this spot is chosen nicely, very fitting."
