Linfeng watched in daze as his Young Miss, whose hands never seemed to have touched spring water before, began to prepare food for him. He was dumbstruck.
The moment they entered the kitchen, Xiong Zhi immediately put on an apron and tied her hair up in a bun. There were already ingredients available in the fridge and with swift movements, she took them all out.
He was mesmerized as Xiong Zhi moved with practiced action. Her soft hands that was never roughened by any housework was skillfully cutting vegetables.
She also seemed to know what she had to do to the ingredients as she had prepared all the necessary equipment. Her focused face and tightly pursed lips appeared so serious.
His Young Miss, when did she learn to cook?
"Ah..." Linfeng woke up from his stupor. He opened his mouth to offer his help but Xiong Zhi cut him off.
