The aunt had already ventilated the apartment, and the smoke was quickly blown away as she cleaned up. William Griffith helped Chloe Turner into the apartment and instructed the aunt to pour a cup of hot tea. The aunt immediately brought the hot tea, and William took the teacup and handed it to her, "How did you set the kitchen on fire."
Chloe drank a few sips of hot tea and finally spoke, feeling a bit embarrassed, "I was frying egg yolk buns and turned around to grab something, not noticing when..."
"You don't know how to do these things. Don't try to do them again," William frowned.
"But..." Chloe gripped the teacup tightly, her gaze shifted from the brown liquid to William, and she calmly said, "I want to learn to cook and do housework. I can do it too."
William looked up at her, his deep eyes like a deep pool. He said, "Chloe, you don't need to learn these things. Some things can't be learned by you."
Can't it be learned, or is it irreplaceable?
