The rice is already cooked.
Mo Shangjun is stir-frying a dish, it's tomato and scrambled eggs.
Beside her, there are two dishes already prepared: spicy pepper stir-fried with meat, and a dish called "three delicacies of the earth".
The aroma of the dishes fills the air, and Liang Zhiqiong eagerly picks up her chopsticks to take a bite.
"Is your cooking really this good?" Liang Zhiqiong marvels incredulously as she tastes the two dishes.
"What made you misunderstand my cooking skills?"
With that, Mo Shangjun turns off the heat and dishes out the tomato and scrambled eggs from the pan.
Her method of serving the food is brisk and efficient, the movements smooth and practiced, not at all like that of an amateur.
"You look pretty," Liang Zhiqiong says, "the kind of pretty that seems like you wouldn't cook."
"..."
Mo Shangjun gives her a look as if she's crazy.
What kind of logic is that?
But, indeed, she rarely cooks.
