Wenren Yu, with the nature of an elder brother, saw everything, but he didn't say much, only comfortingly patted Chen Si's shoulder, using action to express his meaning.
Chen Si glanced at him gratefully, but he also remained silent, following the coming plan, picking up a piece of pork belly, and started carefully slicing it.
The sound in the classroom gradually reduced to the noise of knife and cutting board constantly interacting, nobody spoke again, even though Du Xixi had already practiced her various kitchen skills to perfection; she was seriously carving the winter melon thinly, honing her control over the blade.
***
In the evening, Du Xixi dragged her exhausted body back home. Ke Xing, as usual, was leading the two children in the living room to play. Du Xixi didn't have many restraints in front of her family; after greeting, she directly flopped onto the sofa, like a corpse, feeling too tired to move.
