"After the oil is hot, put the shrimp in..."
"I'm scared."
Wu Qiangwei was holding a plate of shrimp, and the oil in the pan was already hot.
But she leaned backward, slowly inching the shrimp closer to the pan.
"What are you afraid of in cooking?"
"I'm afraid the oil will splatter."
"It won't."
"But what if it does?"
Dahai's patience was almost worn out by her.
He walked over, grabbed her hand, and dumped the shrimp from the plate into the pan.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle…
After all that fuss, it was finally time to eat.
Looking at the delicious and fragrant dishes on the table, Wu Qiangwei smiled happily, "It seems pretty good. I didn't expect my first time cooking to turn out this well."
"Haha," Dahai couldn't be bothered to expose her shortcomings.
This is your cooking, huh?
I was the one who guided you through the whole process, all right!
During the meal, Dahai suddenly asked, "Did you have any conflicts with these executives when you invested in this company?"
