Fortunately, the cutting board survived An Ning's second chop. Once she finished cutting the chicken, she quickly moved aside. Lin Cuihua caressed the cutting board with a pained look before starting to cook.
In this household, Lin Cuihua did most of the cooking. She was the better cook, and even though the ingredients were simple, her food always tasted better than anyone else's.
"Watch from the side and learn. You don't want to get married and not know how to do anything."
"Do I have to know all this just to get married? Can't I just be good at other things?"
Lin Cuihua just rolled her eyes at An Ning's question.
"Just watch quietly. Don't talk."
An Ning pouted. 'I'm not allowed to talk whenever I ask a question. Was my question really that wrong?'
An Ning couldn't figure it out for the life of her. She watched Lin Cuihua rinse the cut-up chicken several times under cold water.
