In the kitchen, Gu Mian and Ling Xuan worked in silence.
The man stood tall and straight in front of the counter. His slightly raised eyebrows revealed his pleasant mood. His grip on the knife was steady, and his movements were fluid and precise. As the blade glided across the fish, it left behind slices of meat as thin as cicada wings.
Ling Xuan couldn't help but steal a few more glances. He thought to himself that looks could indeed be deceiving; who would have expected someone with such a noble demeanor to possess such impressive culinary skills? The realization that his Young Master had always viewed Gu Mian as a formidable rival made him let out a long sigh.
