"Fourth Sister-in-law," Jing Qi tried to protest.
"Be good, now." Qin Mei patted Jing Qi on the head.
Jing Qi bit her lower lip and stopped insisting. "Alright, then. Fourth Sister-in-law, please be careful. Don't get burned."
"Don't worry, I won't get burned. This isn't my first time cooking," Qin Mei said, a little proudly. She had made lunch under Qin Xiang's guidance. Though she hadn't exactly volunteered, she still felt a sense of pride.
Jing Qi said nothing, sitting obediently on the long bench with a complex, grave expression. As she watched Qin Mei fumble about, her look immediately tensed, her eyes filling with worry. "Fourth Sister-in-law, don't rush! Slow down. Don't let your hand touch the pot, and don't stand so close! That spoon is too short. Fourth Sister-in-law, use the spatula!"
"Don't worry, I know my limits. I won't burn myself." Qin Mei stirred the rice in the pot with the spatula, keeping it from sticking.
