1136. Brotherhood and Strawberry

At 10 a.m., it was clear that Seventh Uncle's patience had run out—this kitchen was his domain, temporarily granted to Lun Chuan, but he expected the latter to be considerate.

The oven gave a "ding" sound.

Wearing oven mitts, Lun Chuan quickly took out the entire baking tray, and before he could place it on the board, Seventh Uncle rushed him:

"Is it ready? Still not ready? The wood choppers outside have already finished, and you still haven't made a cake. You're just wasting time with these fancy tricks."

Lun Chuan remained good-natured: "Stir-frying the pork floss took a bit of extra time. But I made a lot, packed it all in a bowl over there and covered it with cling film. Seventh Uncle could use it when cooking."

Seventh Uncle scoffed dismissively: "These foreign things..."

He was still grumbling when Seventh Grandma chimed in with an "ahem": "Foreign this, foreign that, you always say it's simple, yet you've never made me a sponge cake to eat!"