"Alright, what do you want for lunch?"
"Hmm..."
"How about I fry you two chicken legs, to thank you for helping Mom vent one-tenth of her anger."
"Haha, sounds good!"
With that, Qiao Yu suddenly stood up and snatched the phone from Qiao Xi's hand.
"What are you doing?" Qiao Xi asked, puzzled.
Qiao Yu replied earnestly, "I think everything is gradually getting better. Your problem with being easily distracted can surely improve as well. You can try to concentrate little by little. Try to keep yourself focused for longer periods. When you were learning a foreign language, you managed it well, so cooking should be no problem either."
Qiao Xi thought for a moment and didn't insist on grabbing the phone back, walked into the kitchen on his own, and soon the roar of the old range hood was heard.
Yeah, this thing probably needs replacing too.
