Meanwhile, a nearly invisible smirk curled up at the corner of Yuanya's lips.
She rebuffed him without hesitation, "You seem to give a lot of thought to the cuisine. Mr. Ma, are you good at cooking? Maybe you could teach Xiaobai or even take care of this part. Wouldn't that be better?"
"Cough, cough..."
Ma Xiaoting chocked on his water, scattering several drops onto the table in front of him.
He wiped it up awkwardly.
Zhao Xiaobai handed him a napkin, "Here's a napkin, you don't need to wipe the table with your clothes…"
Yuanya immediately held her back in her seat.
Upon receiving her puzzled gaze, Yuanya no longer wanted to explain.
It was very obvious that this man didn't know how to cook at all and was trying to trick Xiaobai.
As for wiping the table with his clothes...
Well, the napkins here aren't free.
Yuanya suddenly felt glad that the server hadn't seen this scene.
"Never mind, let's proceed!"
