Everything in the kitchen was basically ready and just needed to be cooked. Qiao Anlu grumbled unhappily a couple of times, but she still tied up her hair, put on an apron, and started to fry the steak.
Heaven knows, she didn't really have any cooking skills. But when he asked her to make instant noodles, she could do it, and when he asked her to fry steak, she could do it too.
Fate, oh fate!
Qiao Anlu thought she might just be destined to serve Ning Zesheng!
By the time she finished the steak and brought it upstairs, Ning Zesheng had already put on some music and was pouring red wine.
Qiao Anlu put down the two plates angrily, and Ning Zesheng pulled her into his arms, "Not bad skills!"
He wrapped her in his embrace, casually taking off her apron, letting her hair fall down, and gently tucking it behind her ear. Ning Zesheng lowered his head and said, "Beautiful!"
"Don't think that by doing this, I'll forgive you!" Qiao Anlu pushed him away and sat down at the table.
