Xie Yunzhen thought it was easy to make food.
Yet, after messing around in the kitchen for an hour, he still couldn't make anything edible.
He had already wasted several fish, even though he was following the cook's instructions.
Either they were burnt.
Or too salty.
After much effort, the appearance was passable, but the fishy smell was still present.
Even the rice with gold flakes ended up burnt.
Looking at the burns on his hands, Xie Yunzhen was lost in thought.
Mingzhu had a tough childhood, yet lived a life of luxury.
She learned to cook, suffering injuries more severe than his.
Such a delicate girl was willing to cook for him.
Yet he ignored her efforts.
Even casually giving her heartfelt sushi to someone else.
Endless regret surged in, threatening to drown Xie Yunzhen.
The cook comforted, "Young Master, regardless of how it tastes, it's your intention that matters, and Madam will surely be happy eating it."
Xie Yunzhen curled his fingers, "Dump it."
