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At noon, Jiang Ning took Xue Yuantong home.
Lunch was settled at Xue Yuantong's house. Since Aunt Gu wasn't there, the two had to cook for themselves. After a friendly discussion, they reached a division of labor agreement.
Xue Yuantong tied on a child-sized apron, crossed his arms, and stood in the kitchen, giving directions.
"Not bad, you washed the vegetables quickly and pretty clean. I give you a 9.9."
"How do I get a perfect score?"
"You'll have to figure that out yourself," Xue Yuantong said with a straight face.
Jiang Ning started cutting vegetables. His knife skills were exquisite, and his movements were clean and sharp, pleasing to the eye, making Xue Yuantong internally exclaim in admiration.
"All done," Jiang Ning said, putting down the knife.
The meat slices were uniformly thin, as if each had been meticulously measured; the vegetables were equally well-prepared and neatly arranged.
