Everyone was still quite enthusiastic about eating barbecue together tonight.
It was difficult to imagine that as a man, Mu Zhe was especially good at cooking.
"You're so skilled…" Zuo Qing sighed in shock as she watched Mu Zhe clean up the ingredients in a swift manner.
Moreover, Mu Zhe's handling was simply a blessing of obsessive-compulsive disorder. Every ingredient was placed on a separate plate in neat rows. If there were conditions, Mu Zhe would even make a slightly exquisite shape to make them look more appetizing.
On the other hand, the ingredients in Zuo Qing's hand seemed to be a little "tragic".
It was not very messy, but it didn't help Mu Zhe much.
"Because Ain doesn't like to eat many types of food, I learned a lot of delicious recipes to tempt her to eat more," Mu Zhe explained softly.
Zuo Qing looked at him. "But I feel that her personality is so cold."
