"The steak, I cooked it to surprise you. And the dimsum my chef." Wu Zhang enunciated word for word from between his gritted teeth complimented by his ugliest expression. He was so disappointed with himself that he burnt the steak for nth time since noon. While he was sulking, the butler and the maids standing nearby were sweating buckets.
Even Song Jia felt a drop of cold sweat sliding down from her neck to her spine. "Haha" She gave an awkward laugh, while she tried to process what just happened. Wu Zhang cooked for HER? Unbelievable!!
But the burnt steak makes it believable. (-_-)
