"Little Shen, can you cook?" Feng Jietang asked, his voice overflowing with hope.
Shen Jingwei cut him a grimace.
"I guess I can do some basic cooking," he said.
"I hope you can do more than boil eggs and cook rice!" Lang Yuxuan clawed into his face in terror.
"He can cook," Yan Renzhong spoke up. "I ate his wonton twice."
Feng Jietang's face changed rapidly.
"Huh? Twice?"
"Twice," Yan Renzhong confirmed while smiling at Feng Jietang.
Feng Jietang must love wonton so much, because he grabbed Shen Jingwei by the shoulders and demanded, "Little Shen, why haven't I tasted your wontons?"
"..."
Shen Jingwei stared at him.
"Because you didn't ask for them?"
Feng Jietang snapped after the air.
"Does it mean that you give your wontons to everyone who asks for them?"
"Not everyone is entitled to eat his wontons," Yan Renzhong interjected. "So naturally he won't make wontons for just anyone."
