The aprons they were wearing were the same in color and style, differing only slightly in size. They had been bought the last time Rong Xingyu and Ding Yixin went grocery shopping together.
Hearing Ding Yixin say that, Rong Xingyu could not help extending a finger and poking Ding Yixin's waist after finishing tying the apron.
"What are you saying?" Rong Xingyu's voice carried a hint of reproach. "Ethan is a guest. How can you treat a guest like that?"
Ding Yixin did not speak, but his brows lifted slightly.
Rong Xingyu did not realize that his tone at this moment sounded just like a newlywed wife complaining about her husband.
The fingers gripping the pan handle tightened unconsciously, rubbing against it lightly.
Once the oil in the pan began to smoke faintly, Ding Yixin poured the hot oil over the beef Rong Xingyu had arranged earlier.
