Oh wait.
Something caught the devil's mind.
"He taught you this?" His smile froze and his hands flinched.
"I learned it myself." Lu Zhaoyang presumed she would be grilled well-done if she mentioned either Chen or her mother being the one who taught her how to cook. Therefore, she gave a pretty safe reply.
"Clever Zhaoyang. Even Gordon Ramsay would shy away from you. How fortunate, I have a Michelin chef in my house."
The compliment was no doubt ignored, as the master chef herself began digging in. The broth satisfied her hunger in the middle of the night, in which she decided to exert dominance, "Huo Yunting, the dishes."
"What did you say?" Huo Yunting wiped his mouth as he lifted his glaring eyes.
Did I just hear my woman asking me to wash the dishes? We have maids with names from A to Z and she asked me to do the dishes for her?
