"I may be immature, but it’s a mature immaturity," Jinghen said. "You’re just plain immature."
Qiao choked on her drink, looking at Fu Jinghen in disbelief, unable to imagine that these words had co from his mouth.
Lin Luang felt dizzy from the circular logic: "Immature is immature, what’s this about being ’mature’ or ’pure’?"
Seeing a battle about to comnce, Wen Qiao quickly intervened, "Eat the at, eat the at; it won’t taste good once it goes cold."
"I’m not talking to you, I’m listening to sister."
Lin Luang huffed and lowered his head to pick up the at in his bowl.
He stuffed a piece of the boiled fatty beef roll into his mouth, and the numbness and spiciness spread instantly.
His face turned red at once.
He instinctively wanted to spit it out, but rembering how just monts ago he had been bragging, he forcibly suppressed the urge.
"Is it too spicy? If you can’t eat it, spit it out."
Wen Qiao quickly poured him a glass of water, "Have so water to ease it."
Lin Luang, without chewing the beef much, swallowed it whole and pretended to be calm, "It’s nothing. I just tend to turn red easily when I eat spicy food."
"If you can’t handle spicy foods, don’t force yourself," Fu Jinghen looked at him and said calmly, "The ability to know when to retract or stretch is the mark of a mature man."
"I’m not forcing myself..."
Lin Luang muttered, took two sips of water from the cup beside him, and washed away so of the spiciness.
Wen Qiao didn’t expect Fu Jinghen to take care of Lu Ang, blinking in slight surprise, she gestured to Fu Jinghen: Aren’t you jealous anymore?
Fu Jinghen shook his head, indicating he was still steeped in jealousy.
Taking care of Lin Luang was only to prevent him from showing off and ending up in the hospital later, which would ultimately trouble Wen Qiao.
Otherwise, even if Lin Luang fainted from the spiciness, it wouldn’t concern him.
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After the al, Fu Jinghen cleaned up the dishes, with Lin Luang trying to do the work before Wen Qiao to show off, competing with Fu Jinghen.
The two n entered the kitchen one after another, wearing aprons that clashed with their looks and deanor, making Wen Qiao want to both cry and laugh.
After wiping the table clean, Lin Luang quickly dashed into the kitchen, but there was only one sink, already claid by Fu Jinghen. Not wanting to fall too far behind, he stood next to Fu Jinghen, drying the washed dishes and stacking them on the rack.
From initially being at odds with each other to now having a clear division of labor, Fu Jinghen would wash the dishes and no longer even placed them on the counter, not even giving a look but directly handing them to Lin Luang.
The apartnt Jiang Yao found for her was a 200-square-ter duplex with a simple and cozy decor.
Knowing Wen Qiao liked to cook, the kitchen was specially expanded during the renovation, making it more spacious. But now, seeing the two n dominating her kitchen, Wen Qiao suddenly felt it was rather cramped.
As she watched, Wen Qiao’s gaze began to wander in a sowhat peculiar direction.
Fu Jinghen and Lin Luang were about the sa height, but if you really got down to the details, Fu Jinghen was slightly taller.
From the back, Fu Jinghen’s hair was ticulously grood, the well-tailored suit he wore accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist just right, and as he moved his arms up and down, his shirt stretched tight against his muscles, exuding a masculine aura.
In contrast, Lin Luang, wearing a loose hoodie and shorts that ca down to his knees, seed sowhat slender next to Fu Jinghen, his hair soft and flopping over his forehead, looking a bit childish.
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