"With the vegetables I grow, you don't even need any cooking skills."
Zhang Xiaowei was brimming with confidence and wasn't worried at all about losing the cooking competition.
Qin Yuru furrowed her brows tightly; she wasn't as relaxed as he was.
"Xiaowei, this kind of competition tests a variety of skills. It's not just about cooking but also knife skills and the like. Good taste alone might not be enough."
"Alright, Sister Qin. Whether it'll work out or not, we'll know once we try. I don't think there's a big problem."
Zhang Xiaowei snatched the newspaper and immediately put an end to the topic.
Qin Yuru hesitated for a moment and didn't bring up the competition again.
"The registration for the competition is first thing tomorrow morning. Do you still plan to go back to the village tonight?"
Sister Qin wants to keep me here for the night.
She's right, the competition is early tomorrow. It would be a complete waste of time to go back.
