When she came down again, Ye Lingran had already taken off her coat and placed it on the sofa, rolled up her sleeves, tied on an apron, and started busying herself with their hangover soup. The chef beside her, noticing her knife skills and techniques, couldn't help but ask, "Miss Ye, do you often cook?"
"Just occasionally, I like to cook when I have the time."
"No wonder, Miss Ye's skills are so proficient."
"I'm surely not as good as you. I hope Master Yang can give me some pointers."
"Miss Ye, you're too polite saying that. It's me who should be learning from you. I have never made hangover soup before, so it's an eye-opener for me today."
"Master Yang, you flatter me."
After she and Master Yang finished preparing breakfast, it was almost nine o'clock. Ye Lingran took off her apron, checked the time, and went upstairs to call Yun Qi.
