Fang Tong was quite sure at first, but Shen Qinglan's question made her somewhat doubtful. She asked tentatively, "Can you cook?"
Shen Qinglan nodded slightly. She could cook, but the taste was just average.
Fang Tong was relieved. "I'm sure." Not only did she want to eat, but she also planned to take photos and send them to Yu Xiaoxuan to make her jealous.
There wasn't much in the fridge at home, just tomatoes and eggs, and some noodles, so Shen Qinglan and Fang Tong went out to buy groceries.
"Qinglan, I want to have garlic pork ribs for lunch, can you make that?" Fang Tong, holding a box of pork ribs, asked.
A hint of hesitation flashed in Shen Qinglan's beautiful eyes. She had never cooked this dish before, but still, she took the pork ribs from Fang Tong's hand. She could look up the recipe online and follow it, should not be too hard.