Ye Qingyu coughed once: "I'm saying that, out of all the above, I can't do any of them."
Tian Xia: ...!!
Ye Qingyu held back his laughter: "What's wrong?"
Tian Xia was very distressed: "Then how are we going to eat in the future?"
Thinking of this, she became extremely frustrated: "Qingyu, you have no idea. Ever since I was young, I learned many things quickly, but cooking just never stuck. When I was ten, I first became interested in cooking and entered the kitchen, which resulted in my family having to renovate the entire kitchen. Since then, whenever my mother saw me going into the kitchen, she got a headache and wouldn't allow me in anymore. When I was twelve, I tried to fry an egg, and then all the eggs in our refrigerator disappeared… I truly have no talent for cooking! Sigh!"
