Shu Yu's cooking skills were not bad. In her previous life, to climb the societal ladder and stand by the side of her enemy, she had put a lot of effort into culinary.
Sanya immediately raised her hand, "I'll do it. I'm good at controlling the fire."
Dahu was not to be outdone, "Me, I'm better at it."
"Nonsense, my fire is stronger than yours."
Madam Ruan looked at the three of them getting along with each other. She couldn't help but feel tears, but she was also very happy. She wiped her eyes and went forward to say, "All of you should rest. I'll do it."
Shu Yu would definitely not let Madam Ruan cook the noodles. Otherwise, there would be no oil or meat at all. She didn't exactly like oily or salty food, but two drops of oil in a bowl of vegetables was something she refused.
Shu Yu pushed Madam Ruan out of the kitchen, then took out the bowls she bought in the county and gave them to her, asking the latter to wash them.
