Mrs. Chen's expression softened as she glanced at Jinghan, "You little rascal, do you think they're the same? Do you believe anything can be made into cakes? Fine, if you must tinker, give it a try. It's just a waste of firewood, and if I don't let you do it, you'll worry about it anyway." Living in the mountains, there was plenty of firewood, and it was needed for heating the bed anyway.
Hearing this, Jinghan knew she had managed to bluff her way through. Now, even if she managed to make something, no one would suspect anything; they would just think it was a happy accident. "Grandma, are we still a while away from eating? Then I'll go work on this first, I want to give it a try."
"Go ahead, we still have to wait a bit before eating," Mrs. Chen waved her hand.
