"Did you," Shen Wei starts (then has to stop and start again because it feels like his brain has temporarily malfunctioned in response to the sound he usually associates with being directed at Da Qing), "did you just click your tongue at me."

"Only as much as you just tried to help despite me having specifically told you not to," Zhao Yunlan says, wielding the now-empty tray at him like a not-so-blunt weapon. "This really isn't that complicated, Shen Wei, you just have to just sit there and be waited on – do I actually have to threaten you into letting me do everything for once?"