He turned to head toward the kitchen, but then heard Rong Zishan's puzzled voice behind him.
"Cook? Since when do you know how to cook?"
Rong Xingyu froze mid step.
Crap. He had forgotten, the original body had been a pampered young master who never lifted a finger. The guy probably couldn't even tell soy sauce from vinegar. How was he supposed to cook?
He didn't dare turn around. Gripping the hem of his shirt nervously, he stammered, "I-I've been interested in it lately. The housekeeper's been teaching me."
He couldn't see his brother's expression, but thankfully Rong Zishan didn't press the issue. In fact, he seemed impressed.
"Really? Then I definitely have to taste your cooking."
Only then did Rong Xingyu quietly exhale in relief.
He quickly prepared a few simple home style dishes and deliberately holding back his real skills so it looked more like the work of a beginner.
But as soon as Rong Zishan took a bite, his expression suddenly changed.
