"Aunt, won't you really give me a chance to repay you?" Nian Bing suddenly felt difficulty breathing; his vision was getting blurry.
Just as Yu Ruoyan was about to speak, Duke Lan Yu intervened, "Ru Yan, let him do it. From what I see, this boy is not that kind of person, perhaps he just slipped up momentarily."
Yu Ruoyan glanced at her husband, then at Nian Bing, and the coldness in her eyes faded slightly. She huffed lightly and said no more.
Nian Bing composed himself and bowed to Duke Lan Yu, "Thank you for granting me this opportunity, Duke. Could you arrange a stove in the outside martial arts field for me? If it's in the kitchen, it won't be quite as suitable. Also, could I borrow a large table for the dishes? I have already prepared all the other ingredients and utensils."
Duke Lan Yu nodded, "Fine, Ru Yi, you go and prepare as Nian Bing has directed. We will go to the martial arts field together."