Xu Wenwan pushed the mold under her bed. Fearing it would be discovered, she placed some things in front to completely hide it from view.
By the time she finished, it was time for dinner. She looked at the corn mush in the pot with a disgusted expression.
Xu Wenwan knew how to cook, too.
In the past, Gu Jiaojiao had loved to cook, and she was very good at it. Xu Wenwan had tried her cooking once and had been absolutely amazed.
Afterward, she had also tried to learn how to cook.
However, she lacked the perseverance. After just a few days, she found it too troublesome and ended up dropping it.
Still, the food she could make was, at the very least, better than what most people cooked in this era.
She would have liked to cook for herself, but the family had very little oil, and her mother locked it in a cabinet every day. She couldn't even get her hands on the oil, so even making fried steamed bun slices was out of the question.
