The living room was filled with a strange sll. Fan Rou sniffed carefully — it was the sll of sothing burnt.
"What did you do?" Fan Rou’s eyes, like searchlights, sized up Fan Li.
Fan Li lowered her head in embarrassnt, "Cook, cooked food."
This month since she moved out, she’d been ordering takeout. The delivery guys in the neighborhood already knew her.
Those few restaurants, she was sick of them long ago and wanted to try sothing different, so she thought she’d learn to cook herself.
"I didn’t expect that with too little water, it would start burning."
She clearly followed the recipe, but it turned out a complete ss, and she didn’t know why.
Fan Rou picked up the cookbook thrown into the trash can, carefully looked it over and said, "The recipe isn’t wrong. If you can’t cook well, what’s the point in blaming it?"
"Are you saying I did it wrong?" Fan Li retorted, her neck stiff, refusing to admit any mistake.
"That’s just the reality, isn’t it?"
"I really want to tear your mouth apart."
She knew she wouldn’t hear any good words from her, she shouldn’t have expected too much from her.
Fan Li’s feelings towards Fan Rou had beco complex. After Fan i left, it was just the two of them at ho.
Moreover, during this ti, she had been helping her, intentionally or unintentionally, even finding her a place to live.
She no longer hated her as much as before, but still couldn’t grow to like her.
Because their mother had taught her from a young age that the blood in Fan Li was dirty, and that she shouldn’t associate with her, or else she would beco dirty too.
This concept, deeply ingrained, was impossible for her to change even now.
"If you have the guts, then go ahead." Fan Rou said, looking as if she didn’t care how she was dealt with.
Fan Li suddenly found it boring, "Forget it, why did you co to find anyway?"
She didn’t believe she’d specifically co to see her.
Judging by her look, it didn’t seem like it either.
"Second brother’s wedding is coming up, your mom wants you to move back ho." Fan Rou inford her in a rather formal tone.
"Just my mom wants back?"
"What else could it be?" Fan Rou gave her a look.
"I’m not going back," Fan Li said stubbornly.
She absolutely couldn’t just go back like this, otherwise, what was the point of moving out?
"Though he hasn’t said anything, he hasn’t opposed it either. He’s always hoped you’d return," Fan Rou didn’t expect Fan Li to be so stubborn about this.
What was the point in all this?
"Anyway, living alone doesn’t look good either. Why not return ho? There are servants to tend to you, and as long as you bow your head and admit your mistakes, you’re still the esteed young lady of the Fan Family."
In Fan Rou’s eyes, it was just a matter of bowing her head, what’s the big deal?
She’s done that often enough, it’s not difficult at all.
"What do you know? Why should I have to bow my head? Why doesn’t he?"
She’s always the one who needs to bow her head, but why should she? Clearly, he’s the one at fault.
"If you insist on thinking that way, then there’s nothing I can do." Fan Rou shrugged, "Anyway, I’ve passed on the ssage. Whether you go back or not is up to you."
It’s none of her business.
Having said that, Fan Rou was about to leave.
Fan Li grabbed the hem of her clothing.
Fan Rou looked at her, puzzled, while Fan Li appeared embarrassed, but still boldly spoke up, "I... um, I haven’t eaten yet. Can you teach ?"
"If you want to help you cook, just say so." Fan Rou directly exposed her intentions.
"So, will you help or not?" Fan Li stopped being coy once she was called out.
After all, the two sisters, hadn’t they seen enough of each other’s nature?
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