Wu Qinghe asked, "Your mother's dishes aren't tasty?"
Shu Ruyue said with lingering fear, "My mother is good at playing with knives, but her cooking is awful! If my mother enters the kitchen, she might burn everything down! Fortunately, I didn't inherit my mother's 'ability'. Although the dishes I make aren't very tasty, at least I won't burn down the kitchen!"
When Wu Qinghe heard Shu Ruyue's words, he said seriously, "The dishes I make are very delicious, since I've been forced by my mentor to cook since I was young. My mentor's culinary skills aren't good, so he can only count on me!"
When Shu Ruyue heard Wu Qinghe's words, she sized him up.
"Are you sure? When will you make some dishes for us to try?!"
Wu Qinghe said, "No problem, I'll cook tomorrow!"
Shu Ruyue nodded.
When Wu Qinghe heard this, he was secretly delighted and began to plan.
No one else heard their conversation.
