Ill-Suited For The Kitchen
Editor: Larbre Studio
"It's fine. I am still able to make a simple breakfast."
Ye Xun kissed her on the cheek and said, "I just hope that you will be able to eat breakfast I personally make for you every day in the future."
"But that will be too hard for you. I should be the one to do it. I already learned some culinary skills. If you don't believe me, just let me try."
Huo Sanyan insisted on taking over his spatula and wanted to help him flip the fried egg. However, the spatula instantly turned into an instrument for torture when it was in her hand. Within moments, she turned the beautiful fried egg into a smashed up egg.
"Ahhh! My heart!" Ye Xun played along and acted out a scene of heartbreak.
Huo Sanyan showed an expression of embarrassment. She turned her head and apologized. "I'm sorry, I made a mistake just now. Let me try fry another one. Check this out!"
Huo Sanyan cracked open another egg. Unfortunately, she had another slip of the hand.