Qiao An turned around in his arms with a huff, grabbed his chin and pinched it. "Who was it that disdained me, huh?"
Wasn't it him who was being picky?
He was the first one to "beat her up," maybe he should go beat himself up first!
Mu Jingxi gave a light cough. "No, not me."
That face was practically the denial triple combo, he was one step away from telling her to stop talking nonsense.
"Let me be your assistant in the kitchen is fine, but…"
"But what?" Mu Jingxi lowered his head in sync and kissed the back of her hand.
Qiao An disliked how unserious he was. "Be serious, I'm talking to you."
"Okay, go on." The man's gaze was deep, staring straight at her.
Being stared at by his burning gaze made her whole body feel uncomfortable. Qiao An twisted away, escaping from his arms. "I can be your assistant, but I have to personally cook at least one dish. That way I can at least show some filial piety."
One dish…
Fine then, Mu Jingxi compromised.
