"You can guide me! Just talk, no hands!"
An Hao thought for a while, "I don't mind helping with the cooking, it's just that I can't stand the smell of the fumes in the kitchen."
Qin Jian tossed the spatula into the pot and pulled An Hao out of the kitchen.
He placed a small stool on the ground: "Here, sit down. You can direct me from here!"
An Hao chuckled, "You really have your ways!"
"Huh?" An Ping was startled when he saw Qin Jian cooking, "Sis, I protest! I don't want to end up eating watery soup."
"Your protest is invalid!" Qin Jian finished cooking one dish and, waving a kitchen knife, expertly sliced julienne potatoes. "The time I cooked dumplings was an accident! Usually, my cooking may not compare to your sister's, but it's also not bad. Today, you're in luck to catch me cooking. Otherwise, you wouldn't have the chance to enjoy my cooking."
