"Sister-in-law, you are truly capable," Qiao Ying praised wholeheartedly after watching for a while.
Zhao Yulan just smiled, "Little sister, you really know how to compliment. Which rural child doesn't know how to cook? You are the truly capable one; saving lives isn't something just anyone can do."
"That's just different strengths, but honestly, sister-in-law, if you studied medicine, you would definitely be skilled at it too, judging from how neat you are."
"Me, these rough hands skilled?" Zhao Yulan sat down, pulling the bellows and stretched out her hand for Qiao Ying to see, "Not like my sister-in-law's, soft as scallion stalks, obviously more dexterous."
Qiao Ying then laughed, "Dexterous enough to start and put out the fire each time I try to cook, haha..." She hesitated before adding, "Sister-in-law, I'm close to you."
