His awkward smile fell into Lin's eyes, yet it seemed so friendly and warm.
As if a beam of light fell from the ceiling, shining on Zhao Shun, making his whole image look towering.
Lin breathed a sigh of relief and nodded in response: "Okay, chef!"
Without further hesitation, she took a deep breath, her aching right hand exerting strength once again, striving to overcome the swollen feeling, and her forearm became obedient again.
Quickly finishing the last bamboo shoot, she struggled to lift the heavy metal basin and walked to Zhao Shun's side.
"Put it there."
Zhao Shun casually pointed to an empty spot on the table in front of him. Although Lin didn't understand, she could grasp his meaning.
She leaned slightly forward, just about to reach out, when Zhao Shun held her back.
