"Consider this a debt you owe ." The tone allowed no room for negotiation.
Fan Li gritted her teeth and said, "Deal."
Fan Rou headed to the kitchen, "Watch carefully this ti, otherwise you’ll have to pay tuition for the next one."
"I know, it’s always a hassle to ask you for help, everything is a transaction."
"Besides asking , you have no one else to turn to."
Just as Fan Rou said before, when Fan Li announced to everyone that she had moved out of the Fan Family and wanted to break away from them.
Her forr fair-weather friends automatically distanced themselves from her.
A few who didn’t quite believe it kept in touch for half a month, but after seeing her firm resolve, they also automatically distanced themselves.
You could say, now everyone treats her like a plague, keeping as far away as possible.
Fan Li finally recognized the reality that what Fan Rou had said to her was true.
"Clean the pot yourself," Fan Rou said with disdain when she saw the black, burnt rice.
Fan Li put on gloves and began cleaning, albeit hesitantly.
Her slow actions were unbearable for Fan Rou, who pointed to the door and said, "You’d better just watch from outside."
Fan Li imdiately handed over the pot and stood outside.
With deft hands and skilled actions, Fan Rou cleaned the pot thoroughly, even removing the black layer at the bottom.
"You’re amazing," Fan Li complinted.
"That’s because I’ve done it more than a hundred tis," Fan Rou said nonchalantly.
She was rely stating the fact that practice makes perfect, yet Fan Li misunderstood, "I know, I know, you’re going to tell about your hard past again, right?"
"I really didn’t plan on saying that, just wanted you to watch carefully," Fan Rou said as she grabbed two handfuls of rice and put them in the pot.
Adding water, washing the rice, the entire series of actions was completed in one go.
In less than five minutes, she covered the pot and put it on the stove.
"It’s done so quickly?" Washed thoroughly?
If it wasn’t clean, would it not upset the stomach?
The aning was written all over Fan Li’s face, Fan Rou couldn’t pretend not to understand even if she wanted to.
"Is your rice very dirty? If rice is washed too clean, all the nutrients are gone. Don’t you know this basic fact?"
Fan Li lowered her head in sha because she genuinely didn’t know.
Fan Rou didn’t care what Fan Li was thinking. She picked up the choi sum from the basket and was about to cut it when she suddenly asked, "Did you wash this choi sum?"
"Ah." Fan Li raised her head.
"Yes, yes," she nodded.
"Really?" Fan Rou was a bit skeptical.
"Don’t you trust ?"
"Shouldn’t I doubt your intelligence?"
"At least I’m smarter than you," Fan Li replied confidently.
Really? If she was smarter, then how did she end up like this?
But Fan Rou didn’t bother to remind her kindly.
After all, how she ended up is none of her concern, so why ddle?
Under Fan Li’s astonished gaze, three dishes and a soup were quickly prepared.
Fan Rou even placed them on the table.
Stir-fried lettuce with pork, choi sum with lard bits, stead crucian carp, and mushroom tofu soup.
Even though they were simple ho-style dishes, Fan Rou made them colorful, fragrant, and flavorful, and their aroma wafted into Fan Li’s nose.
"Seeing this, I really feel it was worth agreeing to you," Fan Li eagerly took a bite.
The taste was far superior to her own cooking.
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