Chen Shu hummed as he opened the chicken Chen Banxia had brought and inspected it. Just as she had said, it had been alive an hour ago. It was very fresh.
But she had brought only the chicken.
Luckily, there was still an onion at home, and they always kept potatoes on hand.
What if I tell her we're out of spices and make Chili Chicken instead? No, no... The wicked thought flashed through Chen Shu's mind, but then he remembered she was his dear sister and gave it up. Still humming, he checked the other ingredients.
As an excellent cook, one look was enough for the whole process and plan to take shape in his mind.
Chen Shu sauntered into the living room and glanced around.
The atmosphere seemed a little strange.
Xiaoxiao and Peach sat on the sofa, each holding a glass of water in a drinking pose. They stared intently into their glasses, as though every sound in the outside world had ceased to concern them.
Chen Banxia and Zhang Suannai sat nearby with their legs together and their hands on their thighs, looking exceptionally well-behaved.
Qingqing sat opposite them, expressionless. She deliberately stayed instead of leaving or reading, and every so often she glanced their way, making them squirm as if they were sitting on needles.
She's... kind of wicked, isn't she?
Chen Shu thought for a moment, then called out:
"Time to cook."
"Oh, oh!"
Chen Banxia and Zhang Suannai sprang up and rushed for the door.
"I'll help!"
"Me, me!"
They acted as though each was afraid the other would get there first.
Chen Shu couldn't help smiling as he glanced at Qingqing.
Qingqing, using his body, looked back at him with a faint expression. Their gazes crossed briefly before she lifted her glass