Qin Xin helplessly rubbed her forehead.
She could learn anything well in her life, except cooking. She would never be able to learn how to cook well.
"Hey, Master, why don't you come down and cook? Are you willing to let a girl burn her hands cooking for you?"
Qin Xin didn't agree with Xiangxiang and instead shouted towards the side room.
This man was really quite the homebody. Ever since she arrived, she hadn't seen him step out of his room.
At most, he would meditate on the couch, guiding her martial arts lessons through the curtain.
The side room was silent.
The man did not respond to her.
Xiangxiang felt embarrassed and whispered, "Miss, how can we let Master Tu cook… he…"
Qin Xin: "Why can't a man cook?"
She thought, Mr. Nalan even cooked personally sometimes.
For a moment, Nalan Ye Jue's faintly smiling face flashed through her mind, and she surprisingly felt a bit nostalgic.
She licked her lips.
No, she would never admit she was missing him.
