A few minutes later, Su Ningyan had originally wanted to sleep for a while longer, but then she heard a loud banging noise coming from the kitchen.
She raised an eyebrow, it seemed like three bowls had already been broken.
Was he wrecking her kitchen?
Su Ningyan had no choice but to drag her weary body out of bed and quickly changed into some casual clothes.
When she entered the kitchen, she was stunned.
Zhuo Junyue was holding a spatula, moving in and out like a fencer.
The floor was a mess, several eggs were spilled on the ground, and it seemed several dishes had probably been broken.
Instantly, Su Ningyan felt like she was about to explode with anger. "Zhuo Junyue, what on earth are you doing?"
Where would Young Master Zhuo, born with a golden spoon in his mouth, ever have set foot in a kitchen?
He believed that with his high IQ, frying eggs was not difficult at all.
Under Su Ningyan's gaze, Zhuo Junyue also felt terribly embarrassed.
