Li Beinian said she knew how to cook, but in fact, she only knew how to make a few common dishes.
Her hand and face were injured and she could not come into contact with oil, smoke, and knives.
Mu Xichen, who used to wield a knife in the army, was a little clumsy in the kitchen.
However, he was a serious learner and Li Beinian taught him very meticulously.
He was also a fast learner. Although his movements were slow, his pace was not.
Soon, under her guidance, he managed to boil soup, steam some rice, and make two or three simple dishes. Although the appearance was not outstanding, they smelt good.
Even though Li Beinian did not personally touch anything, she monitored the entire process.
When she took a bite at the dining table, the taste seemed not bad.
"Does your hand still hurt?" Mu Xichen looked at her hand.
At this time, she was wearing his jacket that covered her entire body.
