Su Manhan stood just outside the door, watching Zhan Nanqing rush inside, and then followed her as well.
In the kitchen, Zhan Nanqing had already washed the vegetables and put them in a basket.
Qiao Jing placed the vegetables on the cutting board and was just about to start chopping when Zhan Nanqing spoke up.
"Could you teach me how to cook?"
She too held a kitchen knife in her hand, standing next to Qiao Jing, staring intently at the other's hands.
Su Manhan's eyes widened instantly, looking incredulously at Zhan Nanqing.
What? Her daughter actually wanted to learn to cook?
Having never cooked in over twenty years and always complaining about the kitchen smell, Zhan Nanqing was now taking the initiative to learn cooking?
Qiao Jing glanced at Zhan Nanqing indifferently and, seeing that she genuinely wanted to learn, brought over another cutting board.
"Wash another one, put it up here, and first watch me chop."
