He considered that Fang Hua's appetite was getting bigger and bigger, and that he had eaten more than a dozen buns in one day, so he was afraid that Fang Hua would not be able to handle it and gave him a little more money.
Fang Hua remained silent, took the money, and left. He paused for a moment as he closed the door, looked back at him, and then left.
Fang Rong breathed a sigh of relief. He was most afraid that Fang Hua would see his unusual emotions. He had always relied on Fang Hua, so he didn't want Fang Hua to see his vulnerable side.
The room was unusually quiet, and Fang Rong couldn't help but get lost in her own thoughts in this environment.
Is he considering whether to give up?
This job really isn't suitable for him.
He's just an ordinary person, with no special abilities or mutations; staying in the military would only bring him hardship.
Maybe... I really should consider leaving.
He sighed softly, feeling helpless about his own incompetence.
Bang!
A sudden sound broke the silence, like something falling. It must be Fang Hua returning. I don't know what he was doing, but the kitchen was filled with the clattering of bowls and chopsticks.
Fang Rong didn't pay attention at first, but then the voice got louder and louder until finally the sound of a pot lid falling to the ground was heard. Fang Rong couldn't ignore it anymore and got up to go and see what was going on. What he saw made him stunned.
"What are you doing?"
Fang Hua frantically poured vegetables into the pot, leaving the tableside in a mess. He had cut off the roots of the vegetables, which, because they were a bit hard, splattered everywhere. The pot lid was on the floor, and eggs, shell and all, were cracked into a bowl, making them sticky and indistinguishable.
He probably still knew that eggshells weren't edible, so he tried to pick them out with chopsticks. Unfortunately, the pot was heating up too fast, so he had to put down what he was doing to check. As a result, the chopsticks in the bowl were left unsupported, and one fell onto the table, bringing with it a piece of egg liquid, while the other hung precariously on the edge of the bowl.
The vegetables were very moist, and they made a popping sound when they touched the hot pan. Fang Hua was startled and then remembered that he had forgotten to pour in the oil. He quickly grabbed the oil bottle and went over. The oil bottle had been sitting in the kitchen for a long time and was covered with a layer of oil and dirt from the smoke. He lost his grip and the whole bottle fell into the pan.
...
"You're going to ruin the kitchen." Fang Rong couldn't bear to look at him.
Thankfully, he arrived in time and didn't really destroy the kitchen, but it was almost ruined.
"Why did you suddenly decide to cook?" He was quite curious about that.
Fang Hua turned around, his face covered in an unknown liquid, including egg liquid and bits of vegetable leaves.
"When Fang Rong is in a bad mood, she'll feel better after eating." He himself is like that; every time Fang Rong cooks for him, he's happy after eating. So he assumes that others are the same way, and that Fang Rong will definitely be happy if he cooks for her.
So that's how it is?
Fang Rong was both amused and exasperated. He wanted to cry because he'd made such a mess of things and would have to clean it up later. He was also touched, feeling a warmth in his heart that someone cared about him.
Without any ulterior motive, one wholeheartedly believes in and depends on him.
"I'm very happy." Fang Rong took advantage of the lull in the oil splattering to pull the bottle out. "But you shouldn't do this again."
The whole pot of food is ruined. Food is so expensive these days. What a spendthrift!
"Why?" Fang Hua was still confused. "Aren't you happy that I cook?"
"Of course I'm happy," Fang Rong said with a helpless expression, "but I'm worried the kitchen won't be able to handle it!"
He pointed to the table and said, "Look at the mess you've made."
Fang Hua blushed slightly on his fair face and began to tidy up. He always worked slowly but methodically, so you couldn't rush him or do anything hasty, because rushing would make him panic and make mistakes.
Cooking is something that can't wait; if you wait too long, the food will burn, so it's not suitable for him. On the contrary, he's quite good at tidying up, provided you teach him how, otherwise he'll do something stupid like pinching off the mushroom head.
Fang Rong poured out the food and started over. The pot of food had been soiled by the oil bottle, the bottom of which was very dirty and the outside was greasy. It just so happened that part of the food fell into the pot. There was some water in the pot, and it dissolved faster when soaked in hot water.
He washed the pot, turned on the stove and cooked the remaining vegetables. Fang Hua bought two dishes, probably because he was hungry himself, or because he listened to Fang Rong's advice, and each portion was quite large.
The vegetable was already quite large, and it needed to have its water content reduced. Fang Hua didn't know this, and just putting in a few cabbage leaves filled the container, so he stopped adding more. In reality, there was still quite a bit left over.
Fortunately, he wasn't a spendthrift.
While cooking, Fang Rong also taught him how to crack eggs without breaking the shells, and how to wash the bowls, putting them directly into the dishwasher.
The dishcloths are all sterile; they're clean enough to wipe the countertop clean with a single wipe. I also know how to arrange the bowls and chopsticks properly, so I can do it myself next time.
Fang Hua is not stupid. He just doesn't know that he made a mistake in the process of figuring it out. In fact, he can learn it in no time. He is very smart and has an excellent memory.
Just like when Fang Rong said something to him when they were kids, "How can you be so ugly?", he held a grudge for a month. Back then, he was still young, like a little mouse, and it hadn't even been a month. Most people don't remember anything after a month. Fang Rong just casually said "You're so ugly," but he looked down on her for a month and held a grudge for a month.
They gradually reconciled after a month.
Now that I think about it, every time I talked to him, I was the one who had to bow my head. He suddenly thought of a sentence: Who told me to be taller than you? Every time I talked, I was the one who had to bow my head.
It's perfect for the two of them.
The cabbage and scrambled eggs were simmering in the pot, and soon they smelled delicious. Fang Rong thought it was almost done, so she added some seasonings and then took it out for Fang Hua to taste and see if it was okay.
Fang Hua opened her mouth, put the chopsticks in her mouth, and nodded after a while, "Delicious."
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