Luo Qingli, under the guidance of the chef, had practiced three times only to make little progress. But she thought to herself that for a first-time noodle cooker, she was already quite masterful.
She would practice a few more times tomorrow and the day after, she would be ready to fry her own.
Luo Qingli finally managed to deal with the noodle matter and began to fret again about what gift she should buy. "Clothes? Tie? Tie clip? Wallet? Lighter?"
"What are you mumbling about?" Gu Yuying came back to find Luo Qingli wandering around the living room, muttering to herself.
"Uncle, you came back so early!" Luo Qingli, absent-mindedly, continued to ponder what gift to give. A bowl of noodles surely wouldn't suffice!
Gu Yuying gently knocked her on the head, "What're you thinking about? You're so out of it. Look, it's already half-past six, am I not supposed to be back?"
