Wen Jing said with a smile, "I'm learning cooking from the head chef."
Her face was greasy and she looked a mess, but she was brimming with energy, not showing any signs of fatigue.
Zhou Sicheng frowned, puzzled.
This guy... isn't mad anymore?
He hadn't even presented his apology, nor had he said sorry.
Wen Jing didn't notice what Sicheng was thinking; she pushed his arm and said, "It's smoky here, let's go outside to talk."
Then she walked ahead.
Zhou Sicheng followed and asked, "Are you planning to become a chef?"
Wen Jing didn't answer him; instead, she turned her head and waved at him absent-mindedly, "Come here, come here."
Impatient with Sicheng's slow pace, she reached out, grabbed his arm, and pulled him to quicken his step.
Up to the second floor.
After entering her office, she closed the door and released Sicheng's arm.
Her secretive demeanor piqued Zhou Sicheng's curiosity even more, "What is it?"
Wen Jing said, "I think I should learn cooking."
