Xiao Mo was about to say 'okay' whenTao Zhi glared at him fiercely. His gaze was so sharp that it seemed like it could crush Xiao Mo into pieces.
"Uh, I think I'll help President Tao cook the barbecue." Xiao Mo rolled up the sleeves of his suit, which was worth a few thousand dollars, and washed his hands under the tap beside him. Then, he began to help Tao Zhi roast the skewers.
Originally, there was a chef present, but Tao Zhi insisted on roasting it himself, so he became the one roasting the skewers. She didn't know how long Young Master Tao had been learning, but the food he baked was quite delicious.
Xiao Mo was even more familiar with it. As Zhuang Liu's best assistant, Xiao Mo was a master of both the kitchen and the hall. He was skilled in both literature and martial arts, and he even knew how to race cars. It couldn't be helped. In this day and age, if one didn't know a few more skills, they would be fired.
