A servant saw them walking one after the other into the kitchen and respectfully said, "Young Master, would you like dinner prepared? I'll go give the instructions."
Ye Che waved his hand: "No need, I'll do it myself."
As he spoke, he took out the ingredients and began to cook with focus and care.
He had made Lanzhou fried rice once at Xu Zhiye's house, so he was particularly adept at it this time.
Xia Weiyi leaned on the sofa watching an entertainment program, having just chomped on an apple, when Ye Che came in with steaming fried rice and also prepared a tomato egg soup.
It looked rather appetizing.
Weiyi's eyes shone brightly as she tossed the remote onto the coffee table. With Ye Che being so tall, Weiyi stood on the sofa, her bare feet playfully bouncing a couple of times.
"Oh my, look at that, the invincible Mr. Ye has become a gourmet under my tutelage. The world has lost a playboy and gained a good homebody of a man, I'm simply making a contribution to A City!"
