Chapter 118: I Will Never Force You Again

"Help me? Keep your seat, please." Dylan gave her a glance with a slight smile on his lips.

Savannah blushed. Damn, he can cook, what's up with that?

However, it was really a shame that she couldn't even equal this versatile chief executive in cooking skills.

Twenty minutes later, Dylan came out with two plates of pineapple fried rice, which looked attractive and delicious.

There was only one pineapple and some rice leftover.

Dylan simply cut the pineapple and cooked a fruit meal with the fruit and rice.

Savannah tasted a spoonful of rice and loved it immediately. She looked up at him in disbelief.

This man could be a Michelin chef instead of the CEO of a company!

Simple, unadulterated dishes, such as the spaghetti last time and the fried rice today, best exemplified a chef's cooking skill.

By contrast, what the hell was it that she cooked on that table!

Though ashamed, Savannah dug into the rice heartily. She even made away with the last piece of pineapple on the plate.