Xia Zhaoyun was a decent cook. After searing some scallions in lard, she served up firm, smooth, hand-pulled noodles. They were topped with a stir-fry of egg, carrot, cucumber, and shredded pork in soy sauce, with a pinch of red chili, making for a wonderfully savory and delicious meal.
After dinner, everyone leaned back in their chairs, content. Xia Zhaoyun nudged He Qingran with her foot. "Time for you to wash the pot and do the dishes!"
He Qingran's brow furrowed, but she ultimately rose resignedly, rolled up her sleeves, and disappeared into the kitchen.
Xia Zhaoyun took the opportunity to take a bath, feeling refreshed all over as she dried her hair.
