After a fierce struggle, the two decisively decided to go out. Taking another look at the kitchen at this point, it was as if a typhoon had just passed through, a sight too pitiful to endure. Indeed, no one is perfect; these two, having been favored much in many ways, didn't have a single ounce of talent in cooking.
Qinghe remembered many recipes, but when it actually came to cooking, things just didn't work out at all. For example, the oil would be hot before she was ready, and according to the book, chicken wings should be roasted for ten minutes until they turn a tempting golden brown, so why, when she pulled them from the oven, were they pitch black?
And Weisheng Yueren, who was just going through the motions, would wash the tomatoes until they were mushy and, with such a large pot at hand, would crack eggs directly over the flame. What exactly was the intention?
