What does he know himself? Without his mentor, he wouldn't know anything.
"Who taught you to cook then?" Tang Fei asked again.
Yet, this question clearly darkened Ye Chenxi's expression.
He pressed his lips tightly, staring at the knife on the cutting board. Suddenly, a picture from a long time ago, a picture he deeply admired, appeared in his mind.
In a large and magnificent palace, only he and his mentor were there.
Every day's meals were personally prepared by his mentor.
Back then, he was probably seven or eight years old, having recently left with his mentor.
He felt that every meal his mentor made suited his taste perfectly, so every time before his mentor cooked, he would secretly crouch at the kitchen door and watch.
Later, he was discovered by his mentor, who dragged him to stand beside him and taught him, "Chen Xi, an ordinary man shouldn't only earn money to support his family."
