No Matter How Spicy It Is, You Have to Finish It

Ming Sihan seemed to be able to guess what Mo Ruyue was thinking. He coughed lightly, and his dark red eyes looked a little unnatural.

"I'm no longer the original me," he said slowly. "My cooking skills are superb now."

"Exquisite culinary skills?"

Mo Ruyue felt that Ming Sihan's words were very suspicious.

"You'll know when the time comes."

"Alright then."

Seeing Ming Sihan's serious face, Mo Ruyue had no choice but to trust him.

Hence, in the kitchen, men and women worked together.

Mo Ruyue was initially worried that Ming Sihan would not be able to do it. However, when she saw Ming Sihan holding a kitchen knife and cutting the vegetables, she felt a little uneasy.

She was shocked!

"Master, why did you suddenly…"

"This venerable self naturally practiced for a few days. Actually, cutting vegetables and whatnot is not difficult at all."

As he spoke, Ming Sihan's hands moved faster and faster.