Lu Xian Li paused chopping her vegetables to laugh. "Mother, can you not look at me like I'm the one always picking fights?"
Lu Meili looked at her younger sister and harrumphed. Can you not make it sound like you're not the one always picking fights?
With such a tense atmosphere, Wan Jia more or less managed to teach Lu Meili to cook a dish or two. Despite never having the interest to even set foot in the kitchen before, Lu Meili was fast in taking instructions. She didn't have half as much trouble as Wan Jia thought she would.
Of course, the girl on Wan Jia's left wouldn't be Lu Xian Li if she completely kept her mouth shut. "Sis, may I ask..."
"No you may not. Can you mind your own business?"
