Kitchen
Lin Qiao glanced outside and didn't see the two anymore, "Did you chase them away?"
"They were full." Song Tingfan's expression remained unchanged.
Lin Qiao didn't expose him. After she finished making the last bowl of cold noodles, she took the dough and pinched off small pieces to cook.
The woman's profile was gentle, her gaze focused. The steam was rising, slightly obscuring her face, which made her look very pretty.
Song Tingfan watched her intently, paying no mind to the situation in the kitchen. Lin Qiao found it hard to ignore him and gently nudged him with an elbow.
Song Tingfan chuckled, "I'm heading out for a bit, cook some more."
"Where are you going?"
"Out for a walk."
"..."
Lin Qiao didn't believe he was just going for a walk, but seeing that he didn't want to explain, she didn't press further.
Inn
A middle-aged couple each carried a large basket, filled with things. The woman looked around, "I don't see Tingfan."
