Jiang Feng fell asleep harboring a deep resentment toward the game.
Early the next morning, Jiang Feng went downstairs to buy some steamed buns from the bakery at the entrance of the residential complex for breakfast. On the way, he bumped into Chen Xiuxiu and Pan Ling, who were returning from buying groceries, each carrying several bags of vegetables—it looked like they were planning to cook for themselves.
"Jiang Feng, come eat at our place today!" Pan Ling invited. "Xiuxiu and I watched cooking videos all of last night, and we've just bought some fresh mutton. I'll stew mutton soup for you!"
Jiang Feng: ...
Should he tell them cooking isn't as easy as they think, let alone mutton soup, which is a recipe for disaster?
Forget it, as long as they're happy.
"Sure," Jiang Feng said.
