Hearing the plate breaking, Su Qingsang walked to the door of the kitchen to find the plate shattered on the ground.
She did everything in her power to maintain her composure as her eyes landed on Huo Jinyao, who was wearing an innocent face.
"What's going on here?" She said to him.
Huo Jinyao's hands were frozen in the air, covered in soap. Looking at Su Qingsang, he somehow felt a little guilty.
"I... I don't know." he blinked his eyes, seemingly unaware of what had happened. "I wanted to wash these bowls clean, but they obviously didn't want that. I think they preferred freedom."
Su Qingsang spent a few seconds calming herself down. Her mouth corners even twitched slightly. "So it was the bowls' fault, not yours. Is that what you're trying to say?"
"Yeah." Huo Jinyao nodded affirmatively, "It wasn't my fault at all."