Gao Hai let out a sound of acknowledgment and followed Jie Jingchen into the kitchen.
Qin Mei was pouring the ready-to-eat food into bowls, placing the roast duck into a larger enamel one. When she saw Jie Jingchen walk into the kitchen, her eyes twinkled, and she broke into a smile. "How are you home from work so early today?"
Jie Jingchen didn't answer. He stepped into the kitchen, walked over to the sink to wash his hands, then came to Qin Mei's side. "Let me."
"It's fine. You go start cooking. I can handle little things like this." Qin Mei nudged Jie Jingchen with her elbow.
"What happened to your shirt?" Jie Jingchen asked, raising an eyebrow. The front of Qin Mei's white shirt was covered in strange stains, and she smelled faintly of milk—a scent he didn't care for.
Qin Mei glanced down at her shirt. "Milk stains."
"Milk stains?" Jie Jingchen's expression hardened. It wasn't the scent of baby formula, but of actual milk.
