Wen Dabao jolted and said quickly, "Ah, what I mean is, you should go ask in her livestream! Doesn't she stream every day? I see her answering their questions in her stream all the time. Or you could send a private message!"
Wen Lan refused without a second thought. "I'm not going!"
Wen Dabao scratched her head. "But if you make a new account to ask, she won't know who you are. There's no shame in it that way!"
Wen Lan said stiffly, "It's just cooking. The process is simple. I'm just not as practiced as that woman. There's no need to ask her."
Wen Dabao licked her dry lips. "Fine."
'Might as well let them starve.'
Wen Dabao saw her little sister nodding off from exhaustion, her stomach still empty.
Her heart ached for her. She scampered over to a front shelf, grabbed a bottle of strawberry-flavored nutrient drink, and shoved it into her hands. "Little Treasure, drink this first. Don't wait for Dad's crayfish, or we'll starve."
Wen Lan: "…"
