Wang Teng thought the food he was preparing was just average.
However, he seemed to have overestimated Zele's cooking skills.
When Little Qing'er exclaimed that it smelled good, he felt a cold sweat break out on his back.
He could easily subdue Little Qing'er if she discovered anything. Dealing with such a young and delicate little girl wasn't hard.
However, when he saw her somewhat pale complexion and her bright, wide eyes, Wang Teng suddenly found it difficult to carry out such an action.
He shifted his gaze nervously and chuckled. "Is it? Daddy has been working hard to improve his cooking skills recently."
"Yes." Little Qing'er didn't seem to suspect anything, nodding her little head continuously as she fixed her dark eyes on the food in front of her.
She was making her own calculations. Her father's usual cooking was terrible. Since he finally made something delicious, she shouldn't discourage him.
