"Besides me, does anyone else know you come here every night to practice your knife skills?"
Zhao Meng asked casually.
Fu Yu thought for a moment: "Probably not."
Zhao Meng snorted, knocked on the kitchen counter: "Don't lie, Aunt Xu doesn't know either? The back kitchen is her territory, if she doesn't even know someone's been using things here, she might as well quit."
Aunt Xu is the cleaning lady in charge of the kitchen's hygiene.
"No!" Fu Yu suddenly quickened his pace of speech: "If you want to punish someone, punish me, it has nothing to do with Aunt Xu. Aunt Xu didn't take any advantage from me, she was just looking out for a fellow townsman."
