hen Yian took a deep breath and quickly got up to change her clothes. After opening the door, she found Song Lin still standing outside.She hesitated for a moment, then asked tentatively, "Mr. Song, a..."It's nothing." Shen Yi'an immediately turned around, a flush crossing his face.

"What do I do"

"Let's wash the rice."

Shen Yian took out a basket and poured two large bowls of rice into it, then handed them to Song Lin.

Song Lin didn't say anything, turned around and went to wash rice with water.

Shen Yian opened the refrigerator to prepare today's dishes, egg drop soup, asparagus with shrimp, and braised pork.

After getting the ingredients, she found that half of the refrigerator was empty and couldn't help muttering, "I have to buy groceries again."

At that moment, the water behind her stopped. She immediately closed the refrigerator door and got ready to take Song Lin's place washing vegetables.

Little did they know, Song Lin behind them had just turned around as well. The two of them collided directly in the small kitchen.

"Ouch!" Shen Yian bumped his forehead hard against Song Lin's chest, sending the white gourd and shrimp in his hand scattering to the floor.

"How do you always manage to bump into things"

"...."

Shen Yian pursed her lips, in fact, it was after meeting Song Lin that she had constant troubles.

But she didn't dare to say it, only said sorry, and prepared to bend down to pick up the ingredients on the ground.

Song Lin reached out to block her body and then handed the washed rice into her hands.

"Stand still."

Shen Yian just wanted to ask what was wrong when he saw Song Lin, who was tall and well-built, squat down.

He picked up each shrimp one by one, and even silently brushed aside the ice that had been knocked out of the shrimp bag.

Only then did she realize that there were many ice cubes scattered around her feet. If she had moved just a little earlier and stepped on them, she would have been flat on her back.

Shen Yian gratefully retracted his gaze and just happened to see the rice in the basket in his hand.

Although the rice wasn't really dirty now, she could tell at a glance that Song Lin had truly washed it carefully.

Suddenly, she felt a mix of emotions.

Remember once, Gu Cheng went to her place for a meal. She was afraid her mom would be too tired, so she cooked by herself. Gu Cheng leaned against the kitchen door talking about his longing for married life.

At that time, she truly believed Gu Cheng wanted to marry her. Otherwise, who would talk endlessly about the picture of washing dishes and cooking with her

She casually stuffed the rice basket in her hand into Gu Cheng's hands, smiling and telling him to get a head start on the experience.

Gu Cheng's face flashed a hint of unnaturalness at the time, but he quickly smiled and said, "It is an honor."

Shen Yian didn't mind his unnaturalness, thinking that it was only right for men to help with some housework. Who knew that Gu Chengjiao had given her rice that wasn't even wet, purely perfunctory.

Gu Cheng also said he hadn't done it and wouldn't.

What he said was reasonable, but he forgot that he had once said that his family was ordinary and that he had to do everything for himself since he was a child, so he would never let her suffer in the future.

At that time, she and Gu Cheng were in the heat of their romance, so instinctively, she found an excuse for him without delving into it further.

Okay, she admitted she was being stupid. The reason seemed ridiculous now that she thought about it.

Similarly, Song Rin, who followed Aunt Mo through hardships when he was young, never seemed to have treated her superficially.

"Alright." Song Lin got up and put the shrimp he had picked up back on the plate.

Shen Yian came to his senses and looked down, surprised to find that Song Lin had actually wiped the floor.

"Thank you."

"Well, let's cook. What else do we need to do" Song Lin looked like he was on duty, a bit serious but also amusingly so.

"Could you wash the shrimp for me Oh, and check for the shrimp lines too."

"Hmm."

Song Lin nodded and turned to deal with the shrimp.

Shen Yian stood beside him, washing water chestnut and pork.

As darkness fell, the glass window before them reflected their two figures, one tall and the other short.

Perhaps sensing something, they both almost simultaneously raised their eyes to the glass window and saw each other's slightly surprised expressions on it.

Shen Yian turned aside awkwardly: "I, I have a hot pot."tered."Didn't I teach you not to fight back"But...There's no way, and there's definitely no divorce.After those words, Song Lin tore up the divorce agreement in front of Shen Yian.Shen Yi'an was stunn...