Auntie Fu was still frozen there, discovering that her body's strength had been drained, unable to muster the energy to move again.
Weilan entered the kitchen and saw that all the vegetables were prepared and the rice had been steamed, but the dishes had not yet been stir-fried.
Weilan put on an apron and tied it.
Lu Hechen came in and said, "Let me do it."
Weilan turned her head to look at him, her gaze calm, "Go and talk to Song Di, understand today's situation. I'll stir-fry the dishes; we'll be able to eat soon."
"Weilan—"
"Go on, don't worry, I won't be too harsh, I won't bully Auntie Fu. As long as she doesn't cross the line, the cold shoulder I've given her today is sufficient," Weilan assured him.
Lu Hechen's gaze paused, a touch of emotion in his eyes, a trace of indulgence spilling from his lips as he nodded to her.
He walked out.
Weilan started to cook.
Auntie Fu came in at that time.