Cui Jiangjing took the bag of spring onions, ginger, and garlic from her, shamelessly thick-skinned and reneged on his statement, "I was just saying. There's really no need for you to kick me out. Hot pot tastes better with more people, and even if there's poison, it doesn't matter. At worst, we all end up with food poisoning and hospitalized. I promise I'll save you guys the best VIP hospital room."
"…"
Would beating him to death be considered a crime?
Rong Yan was so frustrated she didn't even want to continue, yet a particular perpetrator, acting as if nothing were amiss, walked past her into the kitchen, even asking her, "Should I help too? These need to be washed, right?"
After taking a deep breath to calm her emotions and entering the kitchen, she saw him putting on an apron and slipping plastic gloves on, eager to begin.
"Besides the spring onions, ginger, and garlic, what else needs washing? Leave it all to me, and you handle the rest."
