Shu Yu sighed and said somewhat apologetically, "Aunt, I actually wanted to cook myself. But my cooking skills are really not great. Yun feels sorry for my efforts and would eat it even if it tastes bad. But I can't torture you all. You've come from so far away, you should at least have a good meal."
"Well, well, there's no need to buy from a restaurant either. If you're not good at cooking, you can assist, right? Let Aunt He cook instead?"
Shu Yu's expression turned slightly cold with a hint of a smile, "But Aunt He's hand was injured before, and it's not convenient for her to stir the pan now."
Aunt He, who had just handled the chicken and was passing by the living room door, "..."
She glanced at Shu Yu, then at Ms. Tao, and then rubbed her right wrist, "It hurts so much, it hurts so much, how did the old injury flare up just from killing a chicken? I need to find some ointment."
Aunt He buried her head and headed to the kitchen.
