She could see Zhong Hailan in the yard, killing a chicken.
The August weather was sweltering, and she was already drenched in sweat. Yet, there wasn't a hint of impatience on her face.
Am I being too unreasonable? Just because I wanted to eat it, I'm making Auntie cook for me in this heat, Lin Xi suddenly thought.
She was just about to go downstairs and tell Zhong Hailan not to bother when Xue Yang's father, Xue Yuanqing, returned.
Seeing Zhong Hailan in the yard, he frowned. "There's air conditioning in the kitchen. Why are you out here? It's so hot."
"It's fine. The yard is spacious and convenient; the kitchen feels too cramped. I'll be done in a minute, and I can just change my clothes after. Just don't speak so loudly, or Xiao Xi will hear you. She'll definitely feel bad about it."
Zhong Hailan had deliberately chosen a corner of the yard that was hard to see from upstairs, precisely so Lin Xi wouldn't find out and feel guilty.
