Xue realized it was a useless endeavor in trying to ask help from Han Jing but he couldn't ask Miss Chan Lee could he? "Maybe we could borrow some money from Madam Dongxia to purchase ingredients?" He asked, although even he knew it was a futile thought.
"Woah, seems like you're learning some concepts." The younger man laughed, his shoulders shaking at such a notion. "But unless you have a death wish, don't attempt asking help from our landlady."
"Well, I can't ask help from Miss Chan Lee either." Xue felt his head spin for a moment. "That would defeat the purpose of wanting to help her." He sighed and went over to the table and picked up an orange. Unpeeling the rind around it, the citrus scent filled the air with its sweet aroma. Xue popped a slice into his mouth and relished the sour taste, chewing thoughtfully.
