"Just be honest. What exactly can the two of you cook?"
In front of this exasperated question from chef Qu, the two of them suddenly started to grow abnormally interested in their immediate surrounding. Yang Jingshen seemed to have grown an inexplicable interest in an abstract painting mounted on a wall, whereas Deng Qiao– well, Deng Qiao seemed to find the pattern on the floor tiles very fascinating.
Stifled snickers emerged in the surroundings, and the female chef finally lost her patience. "You two– is this such a hard question to answer?"
Yang Jingshen was still holding on just fine, but it looked like Deng Qiao couldn't finally take it anymore. In the end, he blurted out a reply. But it would've been better if he kept his mouth shut like before. "I-I know how how to boil eggs."
"Pffft hahahaha"
