Underneath the gloves was a note with the man’s bold handwriting. “Returning the favor.”
Holding the gloves against her chest, Shen Xi read the note again and again as warmth swept her off of her feet.
Oh my! Just what kind of divinity of a man did she come across? Li Yuan went as far as knitting her a pair of gloves as a gift.
Ever since Yun Jinping started up the company, she became a career woman and had been working overtime.
Having ordered his darling daughter’s favorite cuisine from a specialized culinary house nearby, Shen Zhangqing gleefully displayed the food and cutleries.
Shen Xi came down with gloves on and excitedly ran over to show him her hands. “Old Shen, look at my new gloves.”
Shen Zhangqing took a fleeting glance and gave a perfunctory response. “Nice, nice.”
As cheerful as a free bird, Shen Xi sat down and looked at the table of sumptuous dishes for her dinner. “Old Shen, I miss Madam Yun.”
“You’re one to talk. If it weren’t for your idea, your mom won’t be leaving early for work, working overtime, and coming home late. Do you think we would be in this position?” Shen Zhangqing was feeling the blues. His wife had not been home before ten o’clock for a month now.
God knows how much his heart went out to her, but he felt relieved and sorry to see her rapid growth and energy invested in her work.
His wife became a full-time housewife after they got married. She should have her own career and dream to pursue.
Sniffling a little, Shen Xi gave him a solemn look before confidently patting her chest. “Don’t you worry, Old Shen. I’ll take over the kitchen duty when Madam Yun isn’t home.”
Shen Zhangqing teased her, “I’ll be thankful if you don’t blow up the kitchen. Your mom’s not coming home tonight. What do you want to eat tomorrow?”
Shen Xi chuckled and stated her order. “Chen’s aged bean curd and crullers!”
The poor father-and-daughter combo began their dinner in sighs after discussing breakfast for the next morning.
Shen Zhangqing was irritated to see her enjoying dinner with a pair of gloves on. “Why do you need to have gloves on when you’re having dinner? Does it make it easy for you?”
Shen Xi revealed her bare fingers for him to see and boasted. “Of course, it’s easy. Look, Old Shen. My fingers are exposed. Great, right?”
These were gloves knitted by Brother stitch by stitch. Li Yuan was such a genius to go through this technique intensive labor and knit these gloves. It was a lot harder than the scarf she knitted, that was for sure.
For some reason, it really bugged Shen Zhangqing to see these gloves. “I thought you don’t like pink?”
With star-studded eyes, Shen Xi flipped her hands back and forth to look dearly at the gloves. “Who said that? I now proclaim that my favorite color is pink.”
Shen Zhangqing dotingly shook his head. “Oh, you. You chop and change too often.”
Carrying a smile in her eyes, Shen Xi helped him to the food. “Old Shen, have more.”
Since starting off on a diet, Old Shen lost a third of his weight in mere months. A charming old bloke was beginning to take shape and his health was only improving for the better with the treatment she specially prepared for him.
Shen Xi cleaned up the table after dinner and rushed to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
Shen Zhangqing gazed at her. “Get out, get out. You don’t have to do the dishes when your dad can handle it.
Shen Xi was not having it. “Am I that useless? The only problem I have is cooking.”