The young master, who has always lived a life of luxury, can hardly cook anything; he manages a bowl of noodles at best. As for cooking dishes, well, they're quite average in taste.
Serena Sullivan regretted it; when he asked her if it tasted good back then, she shouldn't have just brushed him off and said it was okay.
If he continues cooking, she'll lose ten pounds.
"Serena." Ethan Grant heard the commotion and turned with a smile to glance at Serena, "Dinner's almost ready."
"I'll make some fish."
Saying this, Ethan was chopping fish pieces while following a tutorial video on his phone.
With each chop, fish chunks flew everywhere, making Serena's head ache.
"Ethan Grant."
Luckily, she wasn't eating at home tonight.
"Are you hungry?" Ethan asked while vigorously chopping fish.
"Finn Chandler is coming to pick me up for a banquet."
Right after she spoke, the doorbell rang, and Anna went to open the door. Finn, dressed in a formal suit, walked in, "Let's go."
