Avery looked at Evan, and put her hand on his cheek, "Your family has too many properties. I'm afraid I will be in trouble."
"Did I need you to do anything?" Evan reached out and pinched her face, "You don't have to do anything."
The kitchen was huge, and apparently, everything was ready.
There were also some ingredients on the table.
Evan threw the seafood into the sink, brushed and cleaned it.
He was very serious and charming when he did things.
Avery didn't know if he's good at it. Compared to the last time he cooked a bowl of noodles for her, everything was going on methodically this time.
Looking at him, Avery was completely unable to give him a hand.
Evan wouldn't let her help him.
It isn't very easy for Avery to imagine that a man with cleanliness would touch these things.
Leaning on the white table at will, Avery touched the table in a boring way, "Don't you really need my help?"