"What is this? Charred herbs?"
Jiang Fan asked in surprise.
Chen Silin sat opposite him.
Different from the usual times, the dignified and graceful demeanor of a noblewoman.
She deliberately wore a greasy apron.
The normally fair and tender palms of her hands were full of unwashed grease stains.
Even her previously stunning face was intentionally disheveled, with messy hair and her face covered in grease and smoke.
She looked exactly like a maid doing hard labor.
"You must be joking, young master. This is a dish I personally cooked."
Chen Silin forced a smile, trying to make herself seem unpleasant:
"Though it may look unappealing, it's actually quite delicious."
"Why not give it a try."
No way!
Jiang Fan looked at the table full of dishes with an expression of speechlessness and sighed, "I have to say, you really have no talent for cooking."
"Even kids are probably better than you."
He thought Chen Silin would be upset.
