Wen Qiao stood beside him and followed his lead in picking vegetables. "Did you used to help Sister Fu Qiang?" she asked, tapping his hand with a green bean she held.
She couldn't think of any other reason why Fu Jinghen, who seemed like someone indistinguishable and not diligent with grains and pulses, would possess any kitchen skills, other than helping Fu Qiang.
"Yes," Fu Jinghen replied, taking the green bean from Wen Qiao's hand and deftly snapping off the ends to toss into the basin. "Sister really enjoys cooking but hates cleaning up. She always leaves the kitchen in a mess and is too embarrassed to let the housemaid see it, so she makes me clean up. She gets mad if I don't let her into the kitchen, and after many times, I got tired of arguing with her and just let her be."
"Oh…" Wen Qiao leaned forward, invading his line of sight, "I also don't like to clean up. I only enjoy cooking."
Fu Jinghen glanced at her. "Noted."
