In addition to the fact that the kitchen was fully stocked, all they had to do was process these ingredients to turn them into ready-made meals.
"Come on, let's make dumplings together."
Qin Jian and An Hao had a clear division of labor, with Qin Jian chopping the fillings and An Hao handling the dough.
Soon, the room was filled with the scent of life.
Ruan Fangfang came back soaked from outside, holding her keys ready to open the door, when she suddenly heard a banging noise from across the hall.
It sounded like something was being chopped.
Could it be that someone had moved in next door?
She pressed her ear against the neighbor's door and faintly heard voices inside.
It seemed that indeed someone was living there.
As footsteps echoed inside the house, she feared being discovered and hurriedly opened her door to slip back into her own home.
