"Okay, who else would like to learn how to make fried rice?"
After hearing this, Qin Xue thought for a moment. Making fried rice wasn't a big deal, so she might as well do it.
"Me." Ouyang Ziyu
"Me." Lin Cuiping
Qing Xue saw that even Fang Xiu raised her hand and was speechless. Was making fried rice that difficult at this moment?
What Qin Xue didn't know was that because no one knew how to make fried rice, they wanted to learn.
They had fried rice then, but no one had seen it being made with their own eyes.
Therefore, in their minds, it was a very mysterious thing - that was someone else's skill.
As you can imagine, how could someone else's skill be revealed to you?
Therefore, they all knew that fried rice was delicious, but they didn't know how to make it.
In fact, Qin Xue knew that it was not that they couldn't make it, but they were reluctant to use the ingredients, so no one made it.
