Once Lin Qingzhi had grasped the basic techniques for gutting fish, Hua Manman handed the entire job over to her.
Hua Manman sauntered over to the cabinet and took out a bag of roasted sunflower seeds.
She sat down behind the stove and began to leisurely crack open the seeds.
After a while, Lin Qingzhi finally sensed that something was wrong.
She put down the kitchen knife, turned to look at Hua Manman, and said resentfully.
"You're the one who wants grilled fish and fish soup. Why should I be the one to do all the work?"
Hua Manman spat out the sunflower seed shell in her mouth.
"But it's slow for me to do it all by myself. If you help, we can get it done faster. The sooner we finish cooking, the sooner I can take you back to change your clothes."
Although she didn't know what Lin Qingzhi was plotting, she could guess with her eyes closed that Lin Qingzhi was definitely up to no good.
That being the case, she didn't need to be too polite to her.
