Xi Yan saw Bai Xuexiao struggle to even cut an apple and slapped her hand, "Let me do it. Look at Bai Xuexiao, clueless about kitchen matters. Whoever marries him will be unlucky, attending to a man who keeps his hands clean of daily chores."
"Since you are not marrying him and dislike him, why bother worrying about it?" Qin Yucen said, laughing behind her hand as she watched the clumsy Bai Xuexiao.
Her mood had been off since yesterday, but now she felt much more relaxed.
"Yes, I can't be bothered." Xi Yan got up, walked over, and pushed Bai Xuexiao aside, "Let me do it."
As Xi Yan bent her head to cut the apples, a strand of hair on her right side fell, blocking her view. She reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear but it fell again, making it somewhat inconvenient.
