I had to take the knife.
Otherwise, I might be burning incense at my sister-in-law's grave this time next year.
As expected, upon hearing Ruan Lan recount her embarrassing past, Ruan Tang's pretty face went taut, and she instinctively slapped her sister on the head.
If she'd had a knife in her hand, the scene would have been much bloodier.
Ruan Lan wasn't flustered in the slightest. Instead, she stuck her tongue out teasingly.
Yiyi blinked her big eyes, trying to save face for her mother. "Mommy's cooking is actually not bad."
"Not bad!?" Ruan Lan exclaimed dramatically. "She can fry an egg until it's charcoal! Is that what you call cooking? To put it nicely, it's 'Dark Cuisine.' To put it bluntly, it's murder."
Ruan Tang's face darkened.
