2015, Cried Because of My Own Stupidity
Yu Suya snorted coldly and turned away to busy herself with other things.
Though it was already early autumn, the weather at noon was still scorching.
Mu Anran sat in the middle of the garden, her face caked with powder and her hair in disarray.
Preparing ingredients, frying, steaming, and braising, she was bustling around, drenched in sweat.
Overcome by the dizzying heat from the sun, she couldn't take it anymore and threw down her chopsticks, "This is too much! Why am I the only one here running around in circles?"
Extremely irritated, she took out her phone and dialed Yu Lingqian's number...
After a few rings, the call was connected.
Before Yu Lingqian could speak, Mu Anran rattled off a long string of words: "Yu Lingqian, it's clearly your family's memorial, so why am I the one out here under the scorching sun, running around in circles, while you're happily working in an air-conditioned room? It's unfair, I protest!"
