Jiang Ning brought Yuantong home at noon.
Lunch was sorted out at Yuantong's house. Aunt Gu wasn't there, so the two of them cooked by themselves after a friendly consultation, reaching an agreement on their division of labor.
Yuantong, wearing a children's apron, stood in the kitchen with his arms folded across his chest, directing the operations.
"Not bad, you wash the vegetables quickly, pretty clean, I give 9.9 points."
"How can I get a perfect score?"
"You figure it out yourself," Yuantong said with a stern face.
Jiang Ning started chopping vegetables. His knife skills were excellent; his movements were neat and pleasing to watch, which made Yuantong internally exclaim in amazement.
"Done," Jiang Ning put down the knife.
The slices of meat were evenly thin, as if each piece was meticulously measured, and the vegetables were the same, neatly arranged.
