"Yaoyao, what are you doing so early in the morning?" Jiangg Ning approached the kitchen, her eyes filled with utter disbelief.
What greeted her was her younger sister, who was already up, chopping vegetables with a dead-serious expression and intense focus.
"You're awake, Sis."
Jiangg Yao's expression wasn't great. Her smile was forced, but she didn't seem as angry as she had been yesterday. She just seemed a little down.
"If you're hungry, just tell me. I'll cook for you. Don't hurt yourself!" Jiangg Ning said, about to take the kitchen knife from her sister's hand. Her heart pounded as she watched, thinking it was far too dangerous.
'What if Jiangg Yao, who has barely ever cooked, cuts her hand?'
"It's fine. I can do it. If I cut slowly, I won't hurt my hand."
Jiangg Yao pressed her lips together, lowered her head, and continued to chop the celtuce with a very serious attitude. Her grip on the knife was standard and precise; she clearly wasn't joking around.
