A piece about one millimeter thick.

"This thickness is enough." Ms. Zhong changed the knife and handed it to Ning Miaomiao. "It will be easier to cut with this one. Look, press it like this, with your knuckles against the back of the knife and your fingers curled up, so you won't cut your hand easily."

"Okay." Ning Miaomiao nodded.

Ms. Zhong couldn't help but remind him: "Don't cut too fast, we are not in a hurry."

"Okay." Ning Miaomiao nodded obediently again.

Ms. Zhong let Ning Miaomiao go about her business, but this time, she would check on Ning Miaomiao from time to time while she was busy.

Just as she had instructed, Ning Miaomiao's movements were really slow.

After she finished cutting, Ms. Zhong asked her to help knead the dough, wash the vegetables, or help pass things.

Anyway, she is not allowed to touch the knife.

Ning Miaomiao, who didn't notice this at all, said: Kneading dough is fun.

Ning Miaomiao seemed to have some talent in cooking. At least the cookies or buns she made looked very good.

After all this was done, Ms. Zhong also pushed Ning Miaomiao and told her to hurry out: "Okay, I'll take care of the rest, you go out and play."

"Hey? Aunt Zhong!" Ning Miaomiao was still trying to argue, but Ms. Zhong had already quickly taken off her apron and waved her hand with a smile, "Okay, I prepared some snacks for you under the coffee table, go and have some."

After saying that, she slammed the kitchen door shut.

Ning Miaomiao: “…”

She could only walk towards the living room.

She was a little worried before she went, after all, Luo Yang was too excited before.

Fortunately, although Luo Yang's eyes were still on the hairpin on her head, he did not rush over with the same enthusiasm as before.

But he still didn't give up and asked: "I'll just poke it, is that okay?"

Ning Miaomiao said decisively: "No!"

Luo Yang felt wronged and disappointed. Suddenly, he bared his teeth and looked at his sister with resentment.

Luo Yue slowly withdrew her hand and pretended nothing had happened.

Ning Miaomiao didn't notice the little tricks of the two siblings. She just suddenly thought of something: "Oh, right, Feng... Major General Feng? Do you know anyone else with mental contamination? They're pretty powerful, but not catnip-worthy at the moment."

After a pause, she said, "I want someone with a more reliable character."

"You can call me brother like Xiaoxing does. After all, you call my mom aunt." Feng Xuran corrected him, "Calling me Major General Feng sounds weird."

"Didn't Sister Luo Yue call her that too?" Ning Miaomiao expressed her dissatisfaction.

"Luo Yue is one of my subordinates." Feng Xuran paused, "You are different. This will sound too unfamiliar to me."

It seems so.

Ning Miaomiao was persuaded.

Feng Xuran then said, "Is there any reason why you want to find them?"

"Since they're so powerful, they'll be the ones facing the most Zerg, right? I think I should help them, but I don't know them, and I don't know what their character is like, so..."

Ning Miaomiao said this, looking at Feng Xuran eagerly.

Feng Xuran suddenly felt that the orange on Ning Miaomiao's head seemed to feel really good, and looked furry and plump.

Just like her.

Then he blurted out, "That orange on your head looks nice to the touch."

Ning Miaomiao was confused: "Huh?"