The kitchen was clean and tidy. Zhao Zhan squatted down to see what ingredients were in the basket. "Madam Qin, have you had dinner?"
"No, I was worrying when the both of you would return. How could I have time to eat?"
"Madam Qin, you can eat with us later."
It was getting late, and Zhao Zhan didn't plan on doing anything too complicated.
He poured the washed rice into a clay pot and let it boil slowly. Then, Zhao Zhan mixed a basin of flour paste. He cracked a few eggs inside, cut some scallions, and mixed them well.
"Let me care for the fire."
Madam Qin sat in front of the stove. "How many pots do you want to use?"
"Both."
As Zhao Zhan spoke, he cut the meat on the chopping board into small pieces. Then, he washed some celery, kapok, green pepper, and millet chili.
Madam Qin had just heated up the pot after he was done preparing everything.