"Lang Yuxuan said that Yan Renzhong needed a hand up the roof," Ye Lingxia answered on Lang Yuxuan's behalf.
"Oh."
Shen Jingwei placed the bowl on the dining table and took off his mittens.
"I will go."
But Lang Yuxuan suddenly changed his mind. He hurriedly stepped in front of Shen Jingwei, blocking his path.
"Actually, Senior Shen, it is not that serious. If you are busy in the kitchen, I can handle it."
Shen Jingwei gave him a look.
"If it is not that serious, then he wouldn't ask for my help. If you have nothing else to do, why not help me set the dining table for lunch?"
"..."
Lang Yuxuan bit into his lower lip and watched Shen Jingwei's back with eyes full of resentment.
Not wanting to pay more attention to Lang Yuxuan, Shen Jingwei went outside and looked at the roof.
Yan Renzhong was sitting on the roof, one leg dangling on each side. He had several nails clamped between his lips and a hammer in his hand.