The knife was nailed to the wooden frame of the window opposite, and the end of the knife was still shaking.

Li Ruliang looked at the sky, lifted the gauze with a gloomy face and smelled it. The two eggs he had specially fried had already gone bad.

Li Ruliang pushed the plate of eggs hard, stood up, pulled out the knife that was stuck in the window frame, put it away, and ran straight to Hongxing Steel Plant.

…

"Um, Manyue, how do you make this soup cake?" The water was boiled and the dough was kneaded, but Zhu Yan stood in front of the stove for a long time without moving. Finally, she turned around and asked Lu Manyue embarrassedly.

Lu Manyue was a little surprised, "You don't usually cook at home? Children here can make Tangbaer at any age. Even Granny Li's six-year-old grandson next door can make it."

Zhu Yan blushed and laughed, "I knew you would laugh at me. I have three brothers and I am the only daughter. My parents and my brother wouldn't let me light the fire, saying it would burn my hands. She also wouldn't let me cook, saying I was clumsy and wasted food. I really have never cooked."

"You tried to snatch my wash basin like you were so powerful, but I thought you were going to show me some skills." Lu Manyue stood up, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and wanted to take the wash basin and pull it herself.

Zhu Yan held the basin tightly and looked at her pleadingly: "You teach me and I will do it. I boasted in front of Wei Dingbang that I will take care of your family's three meals a day.

Besides, I am not a child anymore. If I don’t start learning, I will be afraid that my partner will get an upset stomach after eating a meal, which is ridiculous.”

"What a little darling. Okay, okay, I'll teach you." Lu Manyue pulled a lump of noodles in her hand and slowly demonstrated to Zhu Yan how to stretch and pull it.

"Hey, Man Yue, look downstairs, is that guy your uncle?"