His gaze was intense, tracking the movement of her hands, the way she bit her lip when she concentrated.
"Brother Xie," Gu Zhiwei popped up next to him, holding the spinach again. "You're so lucky. You get to eat Brother Lin's food every day."
Wangchen turned his head slowly. He looked at Gu Zhiwei.
"It is not luck," Wangchen said coldly. "It is a privilege earned by loyalty."
"I'm also very loyal!" Gu Zhiwei protested. "Every day, I peeled potatoes for Brother Lin diligently!"
"You cubed them," Wangchen scoffed. "Amateur."
"You...!" Gu Zhiwei puffed up his cheeks. "I bet you can't peel them better!"
Wangchen narrowed his eyes. "Is that a challenge?"
"Yes!"
Ten minutes later, the kitchen staff watched in awe as the Holy Son and the Ice Genius engaged in a high-stakes potato-peeling contest.
Sparks flew and Ice shards scattered.
"Faster!" Ji'an shouted, stirring the pot. "If you ruin the texture, you both eat raw onions!"
