Ten minutes later, Hu Zhi finally managed to look up words in the dictionary with ease.
Sang Ning raised her index finger and jabbed the book forcefully, her voice sharp: "You know how to use the dictionary now. So what's the problem this time?"
Hu Zhi tugged at the corners of her mouth unwillingly, pulling off an awkward smile: "Xiao Ning, figuring out single characters is sorted, but when a bunch of characters string into a row, I just struggle to read them."
As she spoke, she casually pointed to two characters, "Look at these, like '亨调.' At first glance, I misread it as '调亨.' Look at me—this blurry old eyesight of mine can't even keep the order of characters straight. How am I supposed to learn anything?"
Sang Ning closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. After squashing down the urge to smack someone, she opened them again and pronounced each word heavily: "That's called '烹调,' **cooking!**"
