When the door closed, Kevan set his cutlery down on the table.

"Aren't…" Before Dylan could finish his sentence, Kevan discarded all the remaining food into the trash can, including the lobster he had peeled.

"Hey!" Dylan exclaimed, but it was too late for him to stop Kevan.

"If you don't want to eat it, you can give it to me," Dylan complained.

However, Kevan ignored him and cleaned the table with a cold expression. Once he was done, he put all the plates into the sink. Then, he turned on the tap and washed away the dirt on his hands.

He pointed at the sink and told Dylan, "You're responsible for washing the dishes."

After saying that, Kevan went to take a shower. Dylan was still there when he came out, sitting on the sofa and watching TV. Kevan noticed that the sink was now empty.

Kevan draped the towel around his neck and asked impatiently, "Why are you still here?"

Dylan crossed his legs and adopted a serious expression. "I need to teach you a lesson," he declared.