"Only a fool like you would believe that. There's no one in the world who can't cook. Don't forget, the majority of five-star chefs are men."
She was stunned. Indeed, it's better to believe in ghosts than to trust a man's words.
By this time, the oven had been opened, and a pleasant fragrance wafted out. Cumin, green cilantro, golden potato slices, accompanied by red carrots and a few broccoli florets.
She looked at him as if he were some kind of monster. Because at that very moment, she was craving deep-fried lamb chops—roasted lamb legs, whole roasted lamb, lamb chops... they were all her favorites.
"What are you staring at? Go get the cups. Get the two new wine glasses from the upper cabinet, and that bottle of red wine—the one without any label on it…"
Red wine, roasted lamb chops, and a few side dishes. It was an unconventional blend of Eastern and Western cuisines. Yet, the color, aroma, and taste were all perfect, and each dish looked exquisite.
