Ling Sheng did not stay in the hotel arranged by the production team. Instead, she stayed in Jun Shiyan's presidential suite.
The next morning, she was woken up by an aroma. She got out of bed in a daze and ran over with half-open eyes, leaning against the kitchen door frame.
In the kitchen, the man was chopping vegetables. His jade-like fingers were holding a small bunch of tender green onions. His knife skills were so excellent that they made her eyes light up.
She was envious.
What kind of godly man was he? He could actually cook?
"Go wash up first. Breakfast will be ready soon." Jun Shiyan put down the kitchen knife and moved the scallions on the chopping board into a bowl. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the young lady's fair and tender feet and frowned slightly. "Put on your slippers. Be careful, or you'll catch a cold."