Su Hongchen was surprised to see that the Jiang family seemed to be avoiding letting his sister cook. He looked at her in disbelief. "Have they all tasted your cooking?"
"I didn't cook; I just made sweet soup," Su Xiaoxiao retorted indignantly.
"Can your sweet soup even be drunk?" Su Hongchen asked with skepticism.
Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head, her little face puffed up like a small pufferfish. "I didn't have a chance to cook much at home. I was only stopped after one attempt. If you had let me cook more before, I would have developed excellent cooking skills. Besides, I've been in the countryside, where we had to take turns cooking in the educated youth dormitory. I learned a bit from that."
Moreover, in her previous life, after marrying Pan Yongsheng, she had to cook for the Pan family, so she should know how to cook, though it might not have been very tasty—maybe even quite terrible.