Cooking?

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Since she can't beat him, can't she do anything else?

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Fang Qing sneered and said, "I'm tired. If you want to eat, make your own meals. Don't count on me."

After saying that, he went straight back to his room and went to sleep, closing the door tightly.

Lu Cong's face darkened and he was so angry that he burst into curses.

"What the hell? She asked me to do it myself?"

"Oh, Jiang Ting, that bastard, why did he marry such a wife? It's such a shame for his father..."

"Quick, go knock on the door and ask her to get up and cook. We don't have such a lazy daughter-in-law in our family."

"Cough cough... cough cough cough..." In excitement, he coughed violently, almost coughing out his lungs.

"Oh, oh, old man, you can't be angry..."

Wang Cuilan was so frightened that she cried out in pain and patted Lu Cong on the back to calm him down.

"I'm so mad. I'm so mad. Leave me alone. Go and wake her up. We can't have such a lazy daughter-in-law in our family."

"Okay, I'll go right away, don't be angry."

Wang Cuilan groped her way to the door and knocked.

Fang Qing was upset after hearing this and blocked her ears with a pillow.

Wang Cuilan knocked on the door and said, "Fang Qing, your father is not in good health, please don't make him angry. We are starving, please get up and cook."

Fang Qing: "I've been tired all night, I'm tired and sleepy, you guys do it yourselves."

"It's not that I don't want to do it, it's that we can't do it. I don't know how to use your gas stove, and I don't even know how to light the fire. If I were in the countryside, where I could burn firewood, I would do it myself without you telling me."

Fang Qing suddenly realized that they didn't know how to use a gas stove.

Outside the door, Wang Cuilan continued, "Why don't you get up and talk to mom and teach her how to use the gas stove. Once I learn it, I'll cook for the family and you can have ready meals when you come back."

After hearing her say this, Fang Qing got up from the bed.

She was tired and sleepy.

But I was also feeling depressed and had too many things on my mind to fall asleep.

It would be better to get up and teach Wang Cuilan how to cook, otherwise she would have to do everything and it would really tire her to death.

Fang Qing got up, opened the door, and went to the kitchen with a cold face.

The so-called kitchen is just a simple kitchen built on a balcony of less than two square meters.

There are three square meters of sunlight, and inside is the bathroom, which is a perfect use of the space.

If someone goes to the toilet, you can smell the bad odor while you are cooking.

"Here, you turn on the gas, then twist the switch. Look, the fire starts. Do you remember?"

"Okay, I remember that. What now?"

"Then put the rice in the pot."

She put the washed rice into the pot, and then told the old lady to watch over it.

When it's cooked, turn off the heat and close the gas valve.

Wang Cuilan nodded repeatedly.

Seeing her nodding repeatedly, Fang Qing thought she understood and went to sleep peacefully.

After she entered the house, Lu Cong arrived at the kitchen door.

"Why am I still used to her?"

"Shh." Wang Cuilan made a gesture to keep quiet, looked inside, and saw that the door was tightly closed. Then she said, "I'm not used to her. Just wait and see."

The two have been married for decades and they understand each other with just a glance.

The two of them planned to play the good guy and the bad guy respectively.

Their combined age is over a hundred years, and they have crossed more bridges than Fang Qing has walked. How can they not defeat her?

They deliberately ignored the rising pot and let it put out the fire.

Lu Cong was a little worried, "Is this okay? I heard that gas is very dangerous."

"No matter how dangerous it is, we have to try. If we don't catch her, who will do this job in the future? You know that my eyesight is getting worse and worse."

"Alright." Lu Cong sighed and agreed.

Fang Qing, who was tired and sleepy, fell into a deep sleep not long after. She was awakened by the clanging sound of the iron pot falling to the ground.

"Fang Qing, Fang Qing, please come out and take a look."

“Oh my, oh my, this is terrible…”

Outside, Wang Cuilan's panicked voice was heard.

Fang Qing was so scared that she ran out without even putting on her shoes.

As soon as I arrived at the kitchen door, I saw half-cooked porridge all over the floor and the pot upside down on the ground.

There was also a smell of gas.

Seeing this, Fang Qing didn't bother to ask her what was going on and quickly went to turn off the gas.

The danger was over, and she looked at Wang Cuilan and asked, "What's going on?"

Wang Cuilan reached out her hands and felt around, saying, "I don't know, Fang Qing, Fang Qing, I can't see you, I don't know."

Fang Qing was horrified, "You can't see?"

"Yes, Fang Qing, don't be angry, it's all my fault. Go to bed, I'll clean up."

She squatted down, holding onto the wall, and put the porridge that had spilled on the floor back into the pot.

Fang Qing's mouth twitched as she watched.

"Where's Dad?"

"He went to the bathroom."

"Going to the bathroom?"

"Yes, the kitchen was cooking, and he said his shit was too smelly, so he went out to find the toilet."

Fang Qing frowned and said nothing, just watching Wang Cuilan squatting on the ground cleaning up.

Her eyesight was not very good, so she touched everywhere, deliberately and slowly.

According to her expectations, Fang Qing would not be able to bear it and would help her up and clean up the mess herself.

But Fang Qing did not do things as she expected.

On the contrary, because the old man was not around, he looked at her coldly and even complained that she was too slow.

"Hurry up! If you don't hurry up, it will flow everywhere. If it flows into the cracks, it will become moldy and attract ants and insects."

Wang Cuilan was annoyed. She gritted her teeth and cried, "I can't see, Fang Qing. Why is it so dark in front of my eyes? I can't see, Fang Qing..."

Fang Qing was so angry that the corners of her mouth twitched wildly, and she really wanted to kick the old man to the ground.

Now one of them has cancer and the other is blind. How can they live like this?

"Left, quick."

"Left? Oh, I can't see the left. Fang Qing, my eyes can't see..."

Fang Qing rolled her eyes in anger, "You don't need to use your eyes to tell the difference between left and right. The hand you hold the bowl with is your left hand."

"Okay, this is the left hand, which side is left?"

Fang Qing: “…”

Wang Cuilan pulled the floor for a long time, but not only did she not clean the floor, she also smeared the entire kitchen.

All he kept saying was Fang Qing, Fang Qing, I can’t see.

Fang Qing was so angry that she pulled her away.

"Go aside."

Wang Cuilan sat on the doorstep of the kitchen, groping around and yelling.

Fang Qing was cleaning up the mess angrily.

She finally cleaned up and was about to throw away the garbage, but she kicked Wang Cuilan's leg at the door, and she stumbled into the opposite wall, spilling the garbage all over the floor.

Fang Qing looked at herself after working for a long time, only to end up with a mess, and she was completely devastated.

"You can sit anywhere else, in the middle of the road? Can't you make it? Can't you make it through this?"

Wang Cuilan apologized while touching everywhere.

"Oh, I'm sorry. It's all my fault."

Fang Qing angrily picked up the scattered garbage again.