"Didn't get enough to eat at the celebration banquet tonight?" he asked.
Ye Jiuliang hummed a response, "I had a little."
"Wait here." Li Mochan handed her the game controller and then turned to leave.
Late into the night, the servants had all gone to rest.
In the darkness, a tall figure stepped silently into the kitchen.
The incandescent light came on, and the gentle clink of pots and pans filled the air.
Soon, a fragrant aroma wafted out.
"Who's in the kitchen?" The housekeeper, passing by the kitchen and seeing the light on, approached curiously.
Under the light, the tall figure stood erect and aloof.
"M-Master Mohan?" The housekeeper was dumbfounded.
Was he dreaming? The Master Mohan was actually cooking?
Li Mochan glanced at him and then turned his gaze back to the pot.
"Master Mohan, if you would like something to eat, I can have someone come and make it for you. Please don't burn yourself," Guan Jing pleaded anxiously.
