After an eternity of summoning his courage, Qie Ranzhe finally spoke two words in total. "Am sorry," he said with a downcast expression his fingers tightly grasping the glass till his finger tips paled.
Wen Qinxi didn't respond for a while taking out all the ingredients he needed to make lunch. He casually placed ginger and garlic in front of the Marshal and gave him instructions. "Cut that to strips and mince that," he said pointing at the ingredients before handing him the kitchen utensils.
Qie Ranzhe was confused but he didn't pressure Zhao Xieshu obediently standing up to assist him though he had no idea what he was doing. He had never cooked anything his entire life and didn't even know the difference between garlic and ginger but his omega asked and he would do anything to please him.
