"Bro, is there a ghost chasing you or something? You're running and sweating buckets." He Zhilan poked her head out of the kitchen upon hearing the door open, then, carrying a freshly cooked dish, she came out and waved it in front of He Teng's nose, laughing, "How is it, does it look and smell as good as it tastes?"
He Teng scratched his neck and then rubbed his nose, glanced at the dish on the plate, nodded, grunted in agreement, and then said, "I'm gonna take a shower first!"
"Go ahead."
A simple exchange, but the joy on their faces was unmistakable.
