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Chapter 324 Fang Qing, My Vision Was Pitch Black

Cook?

Humph.

If she can't argue with him, can't she just start making things happen?

Fang Qing sneered and said, "I'm tired. If you want to eat, cook for yourselves. Don't expect me to."

After saying that, he went straight back to his room to sleep, closing the door tightly.

Lu Cong's face darkened, and he angrily burst into curses.

"What the heck? She wants me to make it myself?"

"Oh dear, that rascal Jiang Ting, how could he marry such a wife? His father is really doomed..."

"Quick, go knock on the door and tell her to get up and cook. We don't have a lazy wife like that in our family."

"Cough cough... cough cough cough..." In his excitement, he coughed violently, almost coughing up his lungs.

"Oh dear, oh dear, old man, you can't get angry..."

Wang Cuilan was terrified, groaning and patting Lu Cong's back to help him catch his breath.

"I'm so angry, I'm absolutely furious. Never mind me, go and wake her up. We can't have such a lazy daughter-in-law in our family."

"Okay, okay, I'll go right away, don't be angry."

Wang Cuilan then groped her way to the door and knocked.

Fang Qing was annoyed by what she heard, so she covered her ears with a pillow.

Wang Cuilan knocked on the door and said, "Fang Qing, your father isn't feeling well, so don't upset him. We're all starving, so get up and cook."

Fang Qing: "I'm exhausted and sleepy after a long night. You guys do it yourselves."

“It’s not that we don’t want to do it, it’s that we can’t. I have no idea how to use your gas stove, I don’t even know how to light the fire. If we were in the countryside, we could burn firewood, I would do it myself without you having to tell me.”

Fang Qing suddenly realized that the two of them didn't know how to use the gas stove.

Wang Cuilan continued from outside the door, "Why don't you get up and talk to your mother, teach her how to use this gas stove? Once I've learned, I'll cook the meals at home, so you can have a ready-made meal when you come back."

Hearing her say that, Fang Qing finally got out of bed.

She was exhausted and sleepy.

But I felt frustrated and preoccupied, and couldn't sleep at all.

It would be good if they could teach Wang Cuilan how to cook; otherwise, she would have to do everything, which would really exhaust her.

Fang Qing got up, opened the door, and went to the kitchen with a cold face.

The so-called kitchen was just a makeshift kitchen built on a balcony of less than two square meters.

The room, with a total of three square meters of sunlight, contains a bathroom; the space is used to its fullest potential.

If someone goes to the toilet, you can smell the stench while cooking.

"Here, turn on the gas, then turn the switch. See, the fire's lit. Got it?"

"Okay, okay, I got it. And then what?"

"Then put the rice in the pot."

She put the washed rice into the pot, and then instructed the old lady to keep an eye on it.

Once it's cooked, turn off the heat and then turn off the gas valve.

Wang Cuilan repeatedly agreed.

Fang Qing saw that she nodded repeatedly and assumed that she understood, so she went to sleep without worry.

After she went inside, Lu Cong went to the kitchen door.

"Why am I still indulging her?"

"Shh." Wang Cuilan made a shushing gesture, looked inside, and seeing that the door was tightly closed, she said, "I won't tolerate her. Just you wait and see."

The couple, married for decades, understand each other with just a glance.

They planned to have one play the good cop and the other the bad cop.

They're over a hundred years old combined, and they've crossed more bridges than Fang Qing has walked roads. How could they possibly lose to her?

They deliberately ignored the bulging pot, letting it extinguish the fire.

Lu Cong was a little worried, "Will this work? I've heard that gas is very dangerous."

“We have to try, no matter how dangerous it is. If we don’t catch her, who will do this job in the future? My eyesight is getting worse and worse, you know that.”

"Alright then," Lu Cong sighed in agreement.

Exhausted and sleepy, Fang Qing soon fell into a deep sleep, until the sound of the iron pot hitting the ground woke her up.

"Fang Qing, Fang Qing, come out and see!"

"Oh dear, this is terrible..."

Outside, Wang Cuilan's panicked voice could be heard.

Fang Qing was so frightened that she ran out without even putting her shoes on properly.

Upon reaching the kitchen door, one sees half-cooked porridge scattered all over the floor, with the pot turned upside down on the ground.

There was also a smell of gas.

Seeing this, Fang Qing didn't bother to ask what happened and quickly went to turn off the gas.

Once the danger was over, she turned to Wang Cuilan and asked, "What happened?"

Wang Cuilan reached out and touched everything, saying, "I don't know, Fang Qing, I can't see, I don't know."

Fang Qing looked terrified. "You can't see?"

"Yes, Fang Qing, oh dear, don't be angry. It's all my fault for being useless. Go to sleep, I'll take care of it."

She squatted down, leaning against the wall, and put the spilled porridge back into the pot.

Fang Qing's lips twitched as she watched.

"Where's Dad?"

He went to the restroom.

"Going out to use the restroom?"

"Yes, they were cooking in the kitchen. He said his poop smelled too bad, so he went out to find a toilet."

Fang Qing remained silent with a dark expression, watching Wang Cuilan squat on the ground tidying up.

Her eyesight is poor, so she touches everything, deliberately touching slowly.

As she had imagined, Fang Qing would be unable to bear seeing her like this and would help her up so she could clean herself up.

However, Fang Qing did not do things as she had planned.

On the contrary, because the old man was not there, he looked at her coldly and complained that she was too slow.

"Hurry up, or it'll leak everywhere. If it gets into the cracks, it'll get moldy and attract ants and bugs."

Wang Cuilan felt a surge of anger, gritted her teeth, and said in a tearful voice, "I can't see, Fang Qing, why is everything so dark? I can't see, Fang Qing..."

Fang Qing was so angry that her lips twitched violently; she really wanted to kick this old bastard over.

Now look what's happened! One of them has cancer, and the other has gone blind. How are they supposed to live together?

"Left side, hurry up."

"Left side? Oh dear, I can't see to the left. Fang Qing, I can't see..."

Fang Qing rolled her eyes in exasperation, "You don't need to look to tell left from right. The hand you're holding the bowl with is your left hand."

"Okay, okay, this is just the left hand. Which side is left?"

Fang Qing: "..."

Wang Cuilan spent a long time scrambling on the floor, but instead of cleaning it properly, she ended up making a mess of the entire kitchen.

All he could do was keep repeating "Fang Qing, Fang Qing, I can't see."

Fang Qing was furious and pulled her away.

"Go aside."

Wang Cuilan sat on the kitchen threshold, groping around and making noise.

Fang Qing angrily cleaned up the mess.

She had finally finished tidying up and was about to throw away the trash when she kicked Wang Cuilan's leg at the door. She stumbled and bumped into the opposite wall, scattering trash all over the ground.

Fang Qing looked at the mess she had made after all her hard work and completely broke down.

"Why can't you sit anywhere but in the middle of the road? Are you trying to get through this? Are you trying to get through this life?"

Wang Cuilan apologized while touching everything.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault, Mother."

Fang Qing angrily picked up the scattered trash again.