In the kitchen, Lu Man hummed a tune while busily prepping food on her long legs. She was making sandwiches for Chen Yan.
While peeking, Chen Yan even saw her humming and picking up a piece of ham that had fallen onto the table, moving it from her own plate to Chen Yan's.
This silly girl...
As he "watched" Lu Man cook, Chen Yan stood up, walked over, and wrapped his arms around her slender waist.
Feeling Chen Yan come to her side, Lu Man cheerily said, "Don't rush, it'll be ready soon."
Chen Yan bent down, resting his chin on Lu Man's shoulder, and said, "I saw that piece of ham fall onto the table just now."
Lu Man, without changing her expression, indifferently replied, "The table isn't dirty."
Chen Yan let out an "Oh," then asked, "Then why did you put that piece of ham in my sandwich?"
This time, Lu Man paused in her movements and curiously asked, "How do you know which plate is yours?"
