Han Bing once again stepped into Shunzi's house. Because of their close relationship, Han Bing even had the key to Shunzi's house now, and could come and go freely, just like the hostess.
Han Bing was still changing her shoes when she heard Shunzi's voice coming from the living room: "Since you took away my keys, now I can't even go out."
"Why are you going out? Aren't you the kind of person who would die at home without ever going out to see the sunshine?" Han Bing changed her shoes and stepped onto the long corridor.
"Such as going out to buy groceries or something." Shunzi said lazily.[
"You? Selling vegetables? Don't be kidding! Why are you selling vegetables? You don't..." Han Bing happened to walk to the living room. The reason why she was stuck for a moment was that she saw a table full of vegetables.
Han Bing rubbed her eyes. She was sure that she was not dreaming and indeed saw a table full of dishes.
"You actually..." Han Bing said in disbelief: "Have you cooked?"
"Yeah." Shunzi was playing the game, her fingers were dancing quickly on the handle, and she said without raising her head: "Cooking is really a strenuous job. I vomited blood three times."
"Are you kidding me?" Han Bing opened his mouth wide and ran to Shunzi in three steps: "How can you risk your life just to cook!"
"In some people's hearts, life is not the first priority." Shunzi still said in a lazy tone.
"I really can't do anything about you." Han Bing stood up and looked at the dishes on the table again. He was surprised to find that there were quite a lot of varieties, and they were all delicious and tasty. He looked like he was a good cook.
"I didn't know you could cook before." Han Bing couldn't help but pick up a piece of eggplant with chopsticks and stuff it into his mouth, and praised without hesitation: "It's really good, it's almost catching up with my dad's level."
"Your dad?" Shunzi said helplessly: "I studied with the first-class chef of Pinxianglou for three months."
Han Bing is well-informed and naturally knows what it means to be the chef of Pinxianglou, but he still said disdainfully: "When you taste my dad's cooking one day, you will definitely be inferior!"
Shunzi shrugged helplessly: "I'm just afraid that I will die before I have time to enjoy that blessing."