Xia Yunsheng had returned to her family's home at the command center, watching television as she heard her maid chatting with Ling Xiche in the kitchen, "Mr. Che, how could we possibly leave these chores up to you? Allow me to do them."
Ling Xiche had never set foot in a kitchen, he was only making a mess.
"I want to give it a try." Ling Xiche stubbornly wanted to help out.
All he knew was that these were things that Cheng Yanzhi could do.
So, he hoped he could do them too.
The tasks didn't seem difficult, he wasn't an idiot, why was he failing miserably at them?
The maid's occasional cries and wails echoed through the kitchen. He had ruined the pot of food by adding too much salt to it.
Xia Yunsheng shifted her position on the couch to watch television, not bothering to manage them.
She knew Ling Xiche was trying to show off, after all she had once frustratingly told him that he could never compare to Cheng Yanzhi, and that had clearly stuck with him.
