Ping went to cook.
Lin Shuyou went to help.
Li Zhiyuan sat on the manhole cover with paper and pen, writing and drawing.
With someone surnamed Li there, Zhao Yi didn't bother to think, shrank into the wheelchair, and squinted to bask in the sun.
In the kitchen, laughter and chatter occasionally erupted between Ping and Lin Shuyou.
Actually, after more interaction, it's understandable why Ah You hasn't realized Ping's mental state yet.
Many people, after getting old, become like old children.
At Ping's age, she enjoys chatting and laughing with young people, and coupled with her refined and tidy attire, it's easy to perceive her as wisely adaptable.
The meal was ready, homestyle dishes, not extravagantly rich but full of color, aroma, and flavor, with extra rice steamed.
Li Zhiyuan sat beside and picked up the bowl and chopsticks to start eating.
Zhao Yi turned his body slightly toward the teenager and asked, "All designed already?"
Li Zhiyuan: "Design what?"
