Chu You felt Nian Yuyu's subtle movement and, without changing his facial expression, wrapped her hand in his.
While Nian Yuyu's parents continued their earnest lecturing, she found herself unable to listen any longer. Standing behind Chu You, she was just out of their line of sight, but she had not expected him to dare hold her hand in front of her parents with such a serious look on his face!
Her cheeks heated up, and she quickly pulled away, then silently headed for the living room.
"Yuyu," Nian's mother called after her, "You get impatient as soon as people start talking. It's time to wash up for dinner."
Nian Yuyu: "...Oh."
She glanced languidly at the man who still wore a gentle, faint smile and changed her direction towards the kitchen.
The dinner preparation was sumptuous, right in the middle of crayfish season. Nian's father had cooked two big bowls of crayfish, one bowl with a spicy and numbing flavor, and another with a garlic flavor.