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Chapter 262 Am I Useless?

Perhaps Song Beiyou's gaze was too intense, because Zong Lanfang, who was clutching her arm, turned around the next second.

The two, who shared the highest kinship, locked eyes and their gazes met.

Song Beiyou felt a little embarrassed, but not much, and she quickly got over it.

Zong Lanfang was different. She immediately blushed and said, "Youyou, I'm so sorry, I made you unable to soak your feet."

"Or I could go prepare another bucket, but we're out of mugwort. I threw all the mugwort I brought into the bucket we just had."

The man of action stood up after saying that, "Sit a little longer, I'll go prepare."

"No need," Song Beiyou stopped her. "It's getting late, and you've had a long day. You should rest first."

It's getting late; the clock will be striking midnight soon.

These days, boiling water and soaking your feet takes until about 1 a.m., which is really weird. Who would be soaking their feet so late at night instead of sleeping?

He stammered, "Yes, that works too."

It's quite late. Let me take you to bed and make your bed.

Song Beiyou chuckled again; she was finding it hard to resist his enthusiasm.

He nodded. "Okay, let's go."

"Okay!" Zong Lanfang's mood improved a bit.

Standing in the dining room, witnessing everything, Yan Dong grinned and chuckled as Zong Lanfang and Song Beiyou disappeared into the living room, "Ah Fang is still pretty good."

Remembering Elder Zong's instructions to her to keep an eye on the two of them, she picked up her phone and sent him a message: "Elder Zong, everything is going well. Your daughter may be slow-witted, but you can tell she put in a lot of effort this time."

After sending the message, I thought the old man would be asleep since it was so late, but he replied instantly.

Okay, Dong-jie, I'm counting on you for everything over there!

Please keep up this habit and let me know immediately if anything happens. I, Zong Qiming, will never forget your great kindness, Sister Dong!

This typing speed is absolutely astonishing, even in the dead of winter.

She sent it only a short time ago, how could this happen?

And, Sister Dong?

What an insulting title!

This Zong family is really something else. Zong Lanfang calls her brother, Elder Zong calls her Sister Dong, and Zong Zhengqi often calls her Big Dong...

The next day.

With the changing seasons, it gets light much faster than it did a few days ago.

The moment the first light of dawn appeared, Zong Lanfang crawled out of bed.

After getting up, she sat on the bed for a while, then muttered to herself, "This room is pitifully small, but it's quite comfortable to sleep in."

My shoulders don't ache anymore.

Half an hour later, it was much brighter.

Accompanied by a series of crackling and popping sounds, Song Beiyou suddenly opened his eyes from the bed and stared straight at the ceiling.

The next second, she got out of bed as fast as she could and walked out of the room.

The moment the door opened, she knew something was wrong—there was a strong smell of burning.

Without thinking, she rushed straight to the kitchen.

Yan Dong also got up upon hearing the noise and smell, "What's going on so early in the morning?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the kitchen sliding door opened from the inside, and Zong Lanfang, wearing an apron, coughed as she came out, holding a pot lid in one hand and a spatula in the other.

Accompanying her was white smoke that smelled of burning.

And there's the smoke detector in the kitchen that's already starting to beep.

"Cough cough cough! Why is cooking so difficult?" Zong Lanfang muttered between coughs.

Song Beiyou and Yan Dong, "..."

Is this breakfast absolutely necessary?

Yan Dong rushed into the kitchen and turned on the range hood and windows. "Holy crap! What are they doing?"

Zong Lanfang leaned against the wall, panting, unable to answer for a moment, trying to calm herself down.

Outside, someone rang the doorbell, and Song Beiyou went to open the door.

They were two staff members from the property management company.

When they saw Song Beiyou, they were extremely respectful. "Hello, Miss Song. We received a fire alarm from your home and came to check."

Song Beiyou looked inside and saw that the smoke had been largely dissipated. "Come in and take a look. Our house got this mess because of improper cooking."

The property staff liked this kind of cooperative person the most. After putting on his own shoe covers, he quickly went into the kitchen, checked the place, and then walked up to Song Beiyou.

When he came out, he was holding a charred frying pan.

"Ms. Song, there's nothing serious. We've checked all the safety hazards."

The problem was mainly caused by poor ventilation during the cooking process; we can just pay more attention to that in the future.

Song Beiyou smiled and nodded, "Okay, thank you for your help."

The property staff member, embarrassed by the beautiful woman's smile, replied shyly, "You're too kind, it's our duty."

Once the property management staff left, the house returned to quiet.

Zong Lanfang had shrunk like a quail the moment the property staff came in, and even now that they'd left, her head was still bowed low.

I felt a sense of guilt that made me ashamed to face anyone.

After a long while, after Song Beiyou coughed lightly, Zong Lanfang raised her flushed face, pursed her lips and looked at Song Beiyou, "Um, am I, very useless?"

I've never done any housework or cooked before.

She was afraid that Song Beiyou would be angry.

She was also afraid that Song Beiyou would dislike her even more because of this.

To everyone's surprise, Song Beiyou not only didn't get angry, but instead silently gave Zong Lanfang a point.

After a moment, seeing that the smoke in the kitchen had completely dissipated, she said, "I'll cook for you. Can I have noodles?"

Tomato and egg noodles.

Zong Lanfang thought Song Beiyou was going to say something, but she didn't expect her to cook noodles for her.

I'm absolutely flattered!

But when she saw Song Beiyou's hand wrapped in gauze, she said, "How about I order some takeout? Your hand isn't really suitable."

"Your grandpa will nag me again when he finds out."

Song Beiyou smiled and dismissed it, saying, "It's alright."

A mere dislocation wouldn't hinder her performance at all.

He walked straight into the kitchen and, with just one hand, in less than fifteen minutes, brought out a pot of tomato and egg noodles for three people.

The tomato and egg soup is rich and flavorful, coating the chewy noodles. It looks quite delicious even before you've tasted it.

Having lived in a wealthy family for a long time, Zong Lanfang rarely saw any young ladies who knew how to cook; they were all delicate and pampered, never lifting a finger.

So much so that when she saw Song Beiyou like this, her eyes were full of admiration, "My goodness, you can even cook."

And she cooked so many delicious-looking noodles while having an injured hand.

Song Beiyou fell silent and, together with Yan Dong, divided the bowls and chopsticks.

Yan Dong, however, spoke without restraint, "How can you compare our Miss Song to those rich young ladies outside?"

Those rich young ladies have never experienced the hardships that Miss Song has gone through over the years.

"If you have no parents to love you, don't you have to rely on yourself to survive?"

Zong Lanfang blushed again with a slap.

It has to be said that the harsh winter can make one feel guilty.

Downstairs in the garage, a white sedan pulled up and came to a stop. Bai Jingcheng's former assistant, Xu Meng, got out of the car.

He came here today specifically to see Song Beiyou.