Now it was Sheng Tingyuan's turn to question her, "You can cook?"
Ye Chuyi was much more humble, "A little."
She couldn't compare to Auntie Wang's cooking skills, but she was definitely leagues ahead of Sheng Tingyuan, after all, she wasn't a real young lady of privilege, whereas he was the real deal.
She opened the refrigerator, took out a bunch of garlic sprouts, washed them, and placed them on the cutting board. As she was about to cut them, Tingyuan stopped her.
She looked at him, puzzled, "What's wrong? Am I doing something incorrectly?"
"There's nothing wrong."
Sheng Tingyuan grabbed her wrist and took the knife from her hand, "Your hands shouldn't get hurt, stop cutting."
Ye Chuyi indeed had cut herself when she was younger, but as she grew up a bit more, it had never happened again.
Not only had she never cut her hands since then, but her knife skills were also very good.
