Sheng Chuyi lifted Shen Zhaozhao into the car and after pulling over the seatbelt to fasten it for her, he shut the door and then walked around to the driver's side.
While fastening his seatbelt, he asked, "What would you like for lunch?"
Shen Zhaozhao lifted her head and looked over at him.
Sheng Chuyi added, "I'll go buy groceries!"
"You're going to cook yourself?" Shen Zhaozhao asked in surprise.
Isn't he very busy? He has time to cook?
Staring at her injured ankle, Sheng Chuyi said, "Otherwise, do you think you can go out to eat like this?"
Instantly, Shen Zhaozhao became argumentative, "What's wrong with going out to eat like this? I'm just injured, not disabled. Or are you embarrassed by me?"
"You know that's not what I mean," Sheng Chuyi said helplessly.
"Then what do you mean?" Shen Zhaozhao posed as if ready to argue.
Yes, she was deliberately picking a fight.
Sheng Chuyi looked at her and explained softly, "I'm worried it's inconvenient for you."
