Xia Ning looked up at Qiao Yu in surprise. He said he did not know how to use cooking utensils? How come?! The food he prepared was so tasty that he must be familiar with cooking utensils!
"It's impossible!" Xia Ning frowned, "Obviously, you know!"
Qiao Yu looked at Xia Ning with a light smile in his originally handsome, rigid face, "Yes, I know."
"Then why do you want me to teach you?!" Xia Ning frowned deeper. Was he playing with her?
"You tell me why?" Qiao Yu looked at Xia Ning with emotions gathering in his eyes like hauling in a net to wrap her up tightly.
When Xia Ning met Qiao Yu's affectionate gaze, she wanted to avoid it instantly and turned to wash the potatoes in the utensil.
"In fact, I just want to find an excuse to cook with you." Qiao Yu's voice suddenly sounded near her.
