Qiuyue looked at Hua Yan incredulously, "The young master can cook? He can make clear soup noodles?"
Seeing her foolish appearance, Hua Yan couldn't help but laugh and said, "Seeing that you never seem to learn or do it well, brother wanted to try and see what was so hard about it. Unexpectedly, he got it right on the first try. He then joked that all your talents must have gone into learning medicine and poisons, with none left for anything else."
Hearing this, Qiuyue's face dropped even more as if she had taken a huge blow.
Hua Yan reminded her, "The medicine is about to burn."
Qiuyue hurriedly checked the medicine on the stove and indeed saw that the heat was too high. She quickly took it off the stove, stomping her foot, and said, "I'm going to settle accounts with the young master. Clearly, he can cook himself, but every time he makes me do it, and laughs at me when I fail. It's really hateful." Saying this, she carried the medicine pot and left.
Hua Yan laughed heartily.
