At this moment, the look in Shalma Hughes's eyes could no longer be described as mere astonishment—it had turned into pure fright!
Was this a joke? The dignified eldest young master of the Winslow Family was actually penniless? This was simply the biggest joke in the world, completely unbelievable.
Although she was startled, Shalma still asked curiously, "Then what are you going to do? Let me get this straight first. You saw it that time at Miss Laura's place; my cooking is truly terrible. If you mess up later, I won't help you."
Her words reminded him of that time, which was also in Eldoria, when they had accidentally bumped into each other. It also reminded him of the dish she had cooked back then. It was just a pitch-black lump. If she hadn't said the name, no one could tell what dish it was.
He chuckled. "I wouldn't dare let you into the kitchen either. If I'm not afraid of you burning the place down, I'm certainly afraid your cooking might be poisonous."
