Who was he kidding? Even at the age of forty as long as it had something to do with Ji Yao he would undoubtedly act childish.
While the two ladies were having a lovely conversation, Rui Fei vanished on the spot and reappeared in the kitchen. The delectable smell of food and smoke filled the spotless kitchen.
On the built-in wok stove was a steaming pot of congee simmering. A sly smile appeared on his face as he grabbed a bowl and set it on a tray.
He had no idea how things work in a kitchen but at least he had some basic idea. It was just serving congee into a bow, right, so what could go wrong? He looked around for a ladle which he wouldn't have found so quickly if it weren't for how organised and immaculate this kitchen was.
He lifted the lid of the pot without much consideration but two seconds later he was yelping in pain. Yes, the mighty Huishe descendant was defeated by a hot lid. His dainty fingers were pulsing as they turned a bright red colour.
