"So you've been thinking like this all along?" Qin Yin tilted her head to look at Jiang Mei, no longer saying much. "Since that's what you believe, I feel we don't really need to talk about this anymore."
Jiang Mei bit her lip, tears spinning in her eyes.
Qin Yin stared at her and sighed, finally taking a tissue and handing it to her. "Alright, stop crying. There are always some misunderstandings between friends."
Having said that, she stood and walked towards the kitchen, "I'll go see how many dishes are left to be fried."
Upon reaching the kitchen, Qin Yin was truly startled. As expected, Jian Yanyan had fulfilled her words; the entire countertop was filled with a variety of dishes. The cooked dishes had already been served on the dining table. Hence, there were still seven or eight dishes left to be fried on the countertop.
