Ningning was not given the largest pot and she didn't mind that.
She knew better.
If she suddenly controlled all the food, even if it tasted good, it would only create resentment. People were more willing to accept change when it came slowly.
So she only kept a smaller portion for herself, about seven to eight fish and a moderate basket of tubers just enough to prove her point.
The rest, she handed back to Xiaoli and Nala.
"You two will cook most of it." she said calmly.
They both froze.
"We should cook?" Nala pointed at herself, startled. "But this is your method…"
"If I cook everything myself, you'll forget what I did tomorrow." Ningning replied. "If you cook it yourself, you'll remember till the end of time."
The two women looked at each other.
Then they nodded seriously.
To them, cooking was not just filling stomachs. It was survival. If a better method existed, they wanted to learn it properly.
Ningning started from the simplest step.
