The landlord has multiple personalities and wants everyone to pay him.

Xia Qing spent the entire afternoon busy with the potato chips. In the evening, she watched as the potato chips fell asleep in their little nest, hugging their hamburger toy. Finally, she sat on the sofa, leaned against Ye Shu, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm exhausted. What are we having for dinner? We just ordered takeout for lunch, we can't have takeout again tonight, can we?"

Ye Shu was looking at something on her phone when she heard this, so she turned around and asked:

"Then what can I do? Do you really want me, a disabled person, to get up and cook for you?"

Xia Qing looked up and laughed after hearing this:

"So you mean you want me to do it?"

"When did I say you could do it?"

Ye Shu was completely dumbfounded. How did they even make that connection?!

But Xia Qing had already jumped off him and was looking at him excitedly from the sofa:

"Okay, I'll do it."

"no……"

Ye Shu quickly tried to salvage the situation:

"What I mean is, how about we order takeout? I heard there's a really good chicken hot pot place near my house..."

"Tsk!"

Xia Qing clicked her tongue, narrowed her eyes, and furrowed her brows:

"Comrade Ye Shu, what do you mean? Are you going back on your word? You clearly promised me last time that you'd have me cook, and now you're trying to renege on your promise?"

"No, I didn't go back on my word."

Ye Shu sighed and finally gave in:

"Teach, teach now, okay?"

He silently complained to himself, "They promised me I could be an emperor for a day, but all I got was a Coke, which I had to go downstairs to get myself."

Being an emperor must be quite frustrating.

Moreover, judging from Xia Qing's current posture of rolling up her sleeves, she has probably completely forgotten about the emperor's treatment.

Oh well, forget it, forget it.

My girlfriend is my girlfriend, so I'll spoil her. As long as she's happy.

"Okay!"

When Xia Qing heard Ye Shu say that she would teach her right away, she immediately jumped up from the sofa:

"You just wait!"

After she finished speaking, she rushed into Ye Shu's bedroom and then pushed the wheelchair out.

"Come on in!"

Xia Qing patted the handle of the wheelchair and gestured for it to proceed.

Ye Shu looked at the wheelchair and said:

"You don't need this, do you? It's more convenient to use crutches, the kitchen isn't very big anyway."

"That won't do!"

Xia Qing vetoed it outright:

"Cooking takes a long time, we can't let you stand like that, it's too tiring. Hurry up, don't waste time."

Ye Shu knew that she was worried about him, so she stopped arguing and moved to the wheelchair with the help of the sofa.

Xia Qing pushed Ye Shu to a stop at the kitchen door, then tied an apron around her neck and stood in front of the stove.

"Okay, what do you want to do?"

"Braised pork!"

As soon as Ye Shu asked the question, Xia Qing answered without even thinking.

She stumbled on braised pork last time, so this time she's determined to get back up from where she fell!

"Braised pork..."

Ye Shu paused for two seconds, then tried to discuss it tactfully with Xia Qing:

"Um... Sister Xia Qing, braised pork belly is a bit complicated to make and takes a lot of time. How about we start with something simpler? Like scrambled eggs with persimmons, or stir-fried shredded potatoes with vinegar?"

He didn't just lack confidence in Xia Qing; he had absolutely no confidence in her.

Putting everything else aside, just by caramelizing sugar, he had already seen the future.

He was genuinely afraid that another blow would devastate Xia Qing, as the scene last time was indeed quite frightening.

"No change! I'll have braised pork!"

Xia Qing grabbed a spatula from the side and brandished it like a military knife:

"I didn't do well last time, but I'm sure I can do it this time! Success is the only option, failure is not an option!"

She winked at Ye Shu, with a hint of coquettishness in her expression:

"Besides, you're here watching over things, so there won't be any problems. You give the orders, I'll operate the controls, and together we'll be invincible!"

"Alright..."

Seeing her so confident of victory, Ye Shu couldn't bear to dampen her enthusiasm.

"Well... first, check if you have all the ingredients in the refrigerator. If not, you can't make it."

Upon hearing Ye Shu speak, Xia Qing immediately grabbed a spatula and strode confidently to the refrigerator, taking things out of it.

Pork belly, potatoes, a small box of boiled and peeled quail eggs, and a bunch of other ingredients.

Ye Shu sat at the kitchen doorway, watching Xia Qing take things out one by one, her feelings were a bit complicated.

For the first time, he felt frustrated because his home was so well-stocked. Now he no longer had the excuse of running out of food and having to postpone the battle.

He resigned himself to his fate, stretched out his hand, and gestured with his thumb and forefinger to indicate the size, saying:

"Then let's cut the meat first, make it thin, and then cut it into pieces about this size."

"clear!"

Xia Qing was incredibly motivated. She immediately washed the meat, placed it on the cutting board, pressed the meat down with her left hand, held the knife in her right hand, and then, in an extremely stiff posture, slowly pulled it down as if sawing wood.

Ye Shu craned his neck to look inside from the doorway, and when he saw it, his heart leaped into his throat.

Xia Qing's left hand was pressed flat on the meat, while her right hand gripped the cleaver handle, but it was a bit unsteady, and the blade wobbled. Every time she cut down, it seemed like it was heading straight for her left hand.

Several times, the tip of the knife almost grazed my fingers.

"Wait a minute."

Ye Shu couldn't sit still any longer. She grabbed the cane from the side, stood up, and jumped into the kitchen to take the kitchen knife from Xia Qing's hand.

"It's too dangerous for you to hold the knife like that. Your hands are too small, you can't hold it properly like that. Why don't you just hold it like this?"

As he spoke, he pinched the blade of the cleaver between his thumb and forefinger, hooking the handle with the remaining three fingers:

"You see, you don't necessarily have to grip the handle. There are no hard and fast rules about this. Just hold it however you feel secure and how you can apply force."

As he spoke, he extended his left hand:

"And your left hand, don't be so honest and spread your fingers out."

He bent his fingers and pressed them against the flesh:

"Like this, curl your fingers up, use your knuckles to hold the knife in place, and cut along the knuckles. No matter how you cut, you won't cut your fingers. See, like this."

As he spoke, he demonstrated by making a cut in the meat.

Xia Qing watched intently from the side:

"Oh, I understand!"

"If you understand, give it a try, but be careful... Hey, why did you push me?"

Ye Shu had just put down the knife when Xia Qing pushed him by the shoulder and escorted him back to his wheelchair.

"Wounded soldiers should act like wounded soldiers. Just sit still and give orders. Don't move around."

"I'm really afraid you'll cut yourself."

Ye Shu, like a worried old father, sat in his wheelchair craning his neck to watch Xia Qing cut meat, and had to remind her from time to time:

"Hand! Watch your posture. It's okay to go slowly, just don't cut your hand."

"Okay, Teacher Ye!"

Xia Qing didn't turn her head and slowly began to cut.

After a lot of effort, I finally finished cutting the meat.

Xia Qing was already sweating profusely just from cutting the meat.

However, Ye Shu, who was sitting at the door, was not much better off. Every time Xia Qing made a knife cut, he would follow behind, grimacing and straining, his heart pounding with anxiety.

"Teacher Ye, the meat is cut. What's the next step?"

Ye Shu leaned back in her wheelchair and said:

"Next, let Teacher Ye rest for a while. Her heart can't take it anymore."