Lin Lan laughed. "I only have three tricks up my sleeve: lots of oil, bold flavors, and a spicy kick!"
"I don't even have three tricks! Dongzi is always complaining that my food tastes terrible!" Yao Xiuyun said, laughing.
Lin Lan was very fond of the cheerful Little Yao. She smiled at her warmly. "You're busy with work. How could you have time to cook?"
Yao Xiuyun said self-deprecatingly, "My mom says I have cursed hands. Every time I scoop out some pickles, the whole batch gets a film on it!"
"Some people are just like that," Lin Lan said, laughing as she was reminded of her own younger sister. "One of my sisters back home is the exact same way."
Just then, a bicycle bell chimed at the back door. A moment later, Yang Dingbang walked in, accompanied by a pretty woman. She was wearing a white, puff-sleeved top with a light blue floral pattern and a long, pleated skirt.
