Chopping vegetables I can understand, but why make buns?
"Making buns might look simple," Kangbao continued to spin his yarns, "but it's actually not that simple.
What your eyes see may not be the truth."
Jiang Yunxi stood in silence, listening to Kangbao's teachings.
"I have a friend, a dog meat seller. In your eyes, isn't he guilty of slaughtering many dogs?"
"Yes."
"But in reality, he's a great benefactor who saved many dogs.
Every time he sold dog meat, he would sell a small amount as if it were much more, and each time he sold one, he saved another.
It might seem like he was doing evil, but he was in fact doing a great good."
Kangbao relayed a stale joke he had heard from Qi Yuan.
Yunxi widened her eyes. She had never encountered the sage-like commenters online nor been baptized by various jokes; hearing such statements initially, she was truly taken in.
"Is that even possible?"
"So, after you finish chopping vegetables, go and make buns.
