Qi Lei's movements were quite swift. After so long, his culinary skills were still quite good.
There were sufficient ingredients in Dongfang Liuyun's fridge were quite sufficient, but in consideration of her health, he just made a few simple and light dishes, and cooked up some plain shredded chicken porridge, but it all looked quite good. With such a tempting aroma, Dongfang Liuyun had just sat down to take a look at the dishes before a look of approval flashed in her eyes.
"How rare for a Master like you to be able to cook."
As someone who also came from a rich family, Dongfang Liuyun could understand how these families usually conducted themselves. For example, most of the younger generation of the Dongfang family were aloof masters and ladies. Usually, they would not be happy to even serve themselves a bowl of rice, much less cook themselves.
