Fortunately, Sun Qiyan's home wasn't in the same building as hers.
This made Shen Jing somewhat consider moving to Daoli Mansion; facing acquaintances, she could never explain why she lived in Yunding.
Sun Qiyan, on the other hand, always maintained his politeness, never asking.
He didn't even ask for the apartment number.
Shen Jing washed the vegetables while Sun Qiyan chopped them.
"Come over for a meal when you have time."
Sun Qiyan just casually shared the door code.
"That's fine," Shen Jing said, picking up some bok choy and placing it in a basin. "Can I have this bok choy sour?"
Sun Qiyan glanced at her. "Sure."
Shen Jing hadn't expected it, but Sun Qiyan, as it turned out, was a restaurateur with top-tier culinary skills.
The in-house cook suddenly seemed less appealing.
When Uncle Sun was to return to the lane house, Shen Jing personally escorted him, and they left together.
Uncle Sun stuffed a peeled apple into Shen Jing's arms.
