They had only mentioned surgical caps last night, but who knew he would pick them out so quickly and even have them delivered home.
Thinking back, in the years she had known him, every little wish she occasionally had, he would respond to promptly.
It was really hard to guess what kind of surgical caps he would buy for her.
Given his personality, he wouldn't just buy two at random to brush her off.
"I have new surgical caps to wear again."
Shi Wenli said, "The ones that arrived are Crocs; the surgical caps are still on the way."
"Why did you buy me shoes? I thought it was just a few surgical caps?" Xu Qinghe's voice unconsciously carried a hint of undisguised joy. "Thank you."
Shi Wenli put down his phone and picked up his utensils to continue eating. "When I was buying the surgical caps, it naturally occurred to me to get you some shoes to match. New arrivals are slow in winter, and there aren't many nice styles. I only found two pairs you might like."
Xu Qinghe was eager to see what styles he had picked.
Giving her such a gift took several times the thought and time to select.
What she lacked least were Crocs—whether in style, color, or accessories, she rarely missed any.
Choosing would be a headache, and he might not even pick ones she was satisfied with.
In recent years, even her family had avoided giving her such gifts.
But he still did.
Just because she liked them.
With these two pairs, she probably wouldn't buy shoes as frequently in the future.
When people are happy, they eat a little more.
She finished all the food on her plate.
"I'll wash the dishes," she said, standing up to collect the two plates in front of him.
Shi Wenli raised a hand to stop her, then stood up. "You don't need to. I've never even made Shi Miao wash dishes."
Even less would he let her.
Xu Qinghe insisted, "You've been seeing patients all morning and came back to cook. Take a rest."
Shi Wenli stacked the plates together and said, "Seeing patients isn't tiring."
There were only four plates and two pairs of chopsticks to wash; even cleaning the kitchen took just over ten minutes. To him, it was hardly housework.
Xu Qinghe's hand was blocked by his arm.
Given the difference in strength, she naturally couldn't compete with him, so she had to give up.
No wonder Fang Yu often said that the most handsome and sexy moment for a man wasn't when he gave gifts on holidays or cooked, but when he rolled up his sleeves after a meal and proactively cleaned up.
Today, she experienced it.
Shi Wenli also put away the placemats to make room for her laptop.
Xu Qinghe followed him to the kitchen under the pretense of aiding digestion.
She stood aside, silently watching him wash the dishes.
Shi Wenli turned his face to look at her and couldn't help but smile. "What's so interesting about washing dishes? Why are you watching so intently?"
Xu Qinghe also smiled and said, "It's nice to look at."
His hands were nice.
The way he looked gentle and patient was nice.
Anyway, everything was nice.
She changed the subject. "Does your new place have a dishwasher?"
"Yes," Shi Wenli said. "I still need to figure out how to use it."
The kitchen in the new apartment was much larger than the rented one, with complete cookware. She liked Western food, so it would be more convenient to make.
When he washed the last plate, the sleeve of his left arm that was rolled up slipped down a bit. Both his hands were wet, so Xu Qinghe directly pinched the sleeve and helped him pull it up.
"Let me," Shi Wenli said, shaking off the water from his right hand, then casually grabbing a tissue to dry his fingertips before rolling the sweater up two turns.
Xu Qinghe saw it wasn't very neat, so she reached out to tug at the wrinkled part, trying to smooth it out.
Shi Wenli said, "It's fine."
She continued until she finally smoothed the rolled-up part of his sleeve.
Shi Wenli rinsed the plate.
Neither spoke deliberately.
After cleaning the kitchen, it was already 1:30 PM.
Time always passed in a flash when she was with him.
Thinking that he had been busy since morning without a break, if she stayed, he would surely hesitate to take a nap.
Xu Qinghe began packing up her things from the table, putting them into her bag one by one.