The private room echoed with rhythmic chopping sounds as the cleaver in Gu Yu's hands danced up and down. Although it hadn't reached the point of creating afterimages, each chop made Lin Xinyue feel her heart leap into her throat.
"Slow down, don't cut yourself!"
Lin Xinyue stood to one side, covering her eyes, not daring to watch Gu Yu showcase his knife skills, fearing that the next second the bright cleaver would fall not on the cutting board but on Gu Yu's hand.
People in the rooms to the left and right were also cooking and were drawn over by the spectacle of the flashing knives on Gu Yu's side.
"Hiss— Who's the chef who came over to show off?"
Through the glass, everyone looked at Gu Yu's handsome and focused face, causing some girls' eyes to sparkle continuously.
But seeing Lin Xinyue beside Gu Yu, sometimes worried and sometimes cheering Gu Yu on, they felt a pang of shame.
This girl looks really beautiful!
