Guan Shan made dinner.
Ji Huan's right hand was bandaged, and she wasn't used to using her left, so she had planned on just throwing something simple together.
But Guan Shan sat her down in front of the stove, lit the fire, stuffed it with wood, and told her to just watch the flames.
Watching Guan Shan wash his hands and prepare the meal, Ji Huan grew even more puzzled.
She had guessed before that Guan Shan came from a high-status family. But didn't the sons of noble houses all subscribe to the saying that a gentleman stays far from the kitchen?
Never mind the gentry; even common townsfolk believed in that principle.
Take their own village, for example. In more than half the households, the men never set foot in the kitchen. They ate the food when it was ready and left their bowls and chopsticks on the table when they were done. The man works outside, the woman inside—women's work was for women to do.
