In the afternoon, Wu Hai finally made some progress under Yuan Zhou’s instructions. He learned to cook the stir-fried vegetables and the barely qualified asparagus soup.
"How do you like my dishes? The color and appearance are good, right?" Wearing a laced apron, Wu Hai stroked his small mustache and said complacently.
"The vegetable dish is qualified to eat while the asparagus soup is barely edible." Yuan Zhou spoke straightforwardly every time without any euphemistic words.
"Well, alright." While stroking his small mustache, Wu Hai’s hand was askew when he heard that.
"But it’s enough for you to eat." Yuan Zhou said unhurriedly.
"Ok. If so, I ought to leave now." Wu Hai looked at the art studio that had been almost cleared up and suddenly said.
"Humm." Yuan Zhou indicated with a nod that he heard him .
"Time is almost up. I’m leaving to prepare the dinner," Yuan Zhou looked at the watch and said suddenly.
"Ok. Goodbye." Said Wu Hai.
