Old Cheng had been with Shen Chi for several years, but this was the first time he saw him making dinner.
The man put on a clean, ink-colored shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His eyebrows were furrowed as if studying how to cook.
This man was noble and aloof, completely out of place in the kitchen setting. Old Cheng felt a warmth in his eyes as he watched.
Back at the Shen Family, the meals were always prepared by professional chefs, and Old Cheng didn't understand why the Waterside Pavilion had not hired a cook.
When Old Cheng approached the kitchen door, he was somewhat afraid to speak out because he saw anticipation on Shen Chi's face.
However, as soon as Shen Chi turned his head, he saw Old Cheng. His lips slightly curved, "Has she come?"
Old Cheng shook his head, "Miss Xu has a lot of homework, so..."
The color in Shen Chi's eyes instantly dimmed. He moved his lips, wanting to say something, but not a single word came out.
