Seeing Chen Muxue frown, Little Tiger misunderstood her meaning and said with some embarrassment, "I'm sorry, Sect Leader. Although I follow you every day to make a fire, I'm still not smart enough to learn even a bit of your cooking skills. Even simple porridge turns out so poorly."
Chen Muxue's brow furrowed even tighter. What does he mean by following me every day to make a fire? And he hasn't learned my skills?
Doesn't he know my cooking skills are excellent?
Recalling how she cooked just to relieve hunger, not caring for taste, later fasting, with no ambition to cook for the children, as long as they weren't starved to death, she considered herself dutiful.
Now hearing Little Tiger's words, he seems to hint that her cooking skills are very good, which puzzled Chen Muxue.
Little Tiger saw her expression worsening, and for some unknown reason, felt inexplicably uneasy, as if a cold chill climbed up his spine.
