"Butler Shi, your cooking skills are really impressive, you should teach me sometime! Actually, I'm quite the foodie myself," Chi Xiaoyu said with a smile.
The dishes she usually prepared were those she had learned from her mother. Her mother was a clever woman, not only skilled in cooking and making a home feel cozy, but also proficient in embroidery.
In her memory, her parents' relationship had always been stable and sweet; the couple never had an argument...
However, the dishes she learned were just some ordinary home-cooked meals. They were nothing like Butler Shi's professional cooking.
And clearly, Gong Beiming seemed somewhat displeased, his tone quite grumpy, with a look of disdain on his face.
"It's disgustingly bad, Shi Tou, did you get your diploma by trading in your face?"
Chi Xiaoyu turned her head to see that Gong Beiming really didn't like Shi Tou's cooking; his knife and fork had barely been touched.
