An Hao was stir-frying dishes as she talked to the person beside her, the atmosphere here was harmonious, and everything was carried out in an orderly manner.
Qin Jian naturally couldn't stay put in his office, so he sneaked into the kitchen and stood by, watching An Hao's petite figure bustling around the stove, feeling a strange impulse in his heart—really wanting to marry her right there and then.
To watch her cook for him alone!
The people in the kitchen saw that An Hao was dexterous with her hands, controlling the amount of oil when it was time to use it, adding salt when it was needed, and constantly monitoring the vegetables in the pot to adjust the heat accordingly.
Such skill was truly not something an average person could achieve; cooking for a crowd was difficult, and to bring out distinct characteristics and flavors was exceedingly challenging.
But under An Hao's precise control, the taste had surprisingly improved.
