After working in the farm all morning, she was hungry and tired, and she had traveled such a long way. When she smelled the fragrance of the food, she couldn't help but pick up her chopsticks and eat heartily.

Zhou Xiulian originally thought that the other party would come over to say hello to her after dinner, but she didn't expect that the brainless Shen Jiaojiao would just find a place to sit down and eat.

Zhou Xiulian was angry and annoyed, muttering to herself, "You short-sighted woman, you are such a greedy woman, you don't eat the free food, but come here to pay for food in the cafeteria, you are such a spendthrift woman, you are such a picky person!"

Zhou Xiulian here was afraid of being heard by others, so she could only mutter in a low voice, and Shen Jiaojiao didn't hear it at all.

She took a bite of the food made by Shen Qingqing, and after she swallowed the food in her mouth, she felt as if she was struck by lightning and stood there in a daze.

"How is this possible?"

Shen Jiaojiao looked at the rice in her hand in disbelief, and ran to the rice window again, grabbing the auntie who was serving rice, "Sister, let me ask you, are the dishes at this window made by the chef from here?"

The aunt who served the food was confused when she heard this question. She didn't know why Shen Jiaojiao asked this, but she still answered honestly: "Yes."

When Shen Jiaojiao heard this reply, she had to believe it.

But how is this possible? She has eaten Shen Qingqing's cooking before, so why did that person's cooking skills suddenly improve so much?

Could it be that Shen Qingqing had lied to her last time? Was Shen Qingqing also reborn?

No, no, Shen Jiaojiao shook her head. In her previous life, Shen Qingqing's cooking skills were just average, and later, she had never heard of Shen Qingqing learning to cook.

Thinking about the last time she went to ask Shen Qingqing about the seeds, she was perfectly fine. Shen Jiaojiao decided to find Shen Qingqing again to see if she could find some clues from her reaction.

Shen Jiaojiao finished her meal in a few bites, then ran to the kitchen to find Shen Qingqing.

It's impossible for Shen Qingqing to go home at this time. If there's no one outside, then she must be in the kitchen.

Without thinking, Shen Jiaojiao rushed into the back kitchen, ignoring the scolding of the cafeteria auntie, and went straight to the last stove.

She glanced around and found Shen Qingqing in the corner by accident.

Shen Jiaojiao walked over and pulled her up from the ground, looking ferocious, "Hey, let me ask you, why did your cooking skills suddenly become so good? You were not like this when you were at home before!"

Shen Qingqing came in and was eating peacefully when she was suddenly grabbed by the collar.

Before she could react, she heard a familiar voice and a familiar question.

It’s Shen Jiaojiao again!

She knew who it was without even looking at her. Shen Qingqing helplessly slapped Shen Jiaojiao's hand away, increasing the strength in her hand and suddenly slapped Shen Jiaojiao's hand until it turned a large area red.

"What are you doing? If you have something to say, please talk to me nicely. I'm your sister, why are you being so disrespectful?"

Shen Jiaojiao didn't bother to argue with her, and grabbed Shen Qingqing and repeated the question just now.

"Your cooking skills were so average before, don't tell me that your cooking skills have suddenly improved."

"Oh, you're asking that. What else do I think?" Shen Qingqing shrugged innocently. "My cooking method has never changed. It's still the same as before."

"You're talking nonsense!" Chen Jiaojiao yelled angrily, with a bad attitude, "When you were my family before, didn't I know how to cook? If it's the same cooking method, how could the taste be so different? Who are you trying to fool?"

Shen Jiaojiao became angrier and angrier as she spoke, and when she saw Shen Qingqing's submissive look, she was so angry that she almost fainted.

Shen Qingqing seemed even more innocent. "But what I said was the truth. When I was cooking at home, your mother would always stand by my side and stare at me. If I put a little more oil or seasoning, she would scold me for not knowing how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are. She always reminded me to use less seasoning."