Despite Wei Chengfeng's decisive and tough approach in the business world, in the kitchen, he was really just a novice.
"Wash these bok choy," Su Li said as she put the bok choy in a basin and handed it to him, then turned to do something else.
Wei Chengfeng took the basin with a helpless smile. It seemed his journey in the kitchen was going to take him further and further astray.
Su Li then took out some potatoes to peel and shred. She glanced at him occasionally, sighed, and directed, "Don't wash it like that. You need to separate the leaves and wash each leaf individually. How can you clean them properly this way?"
Was he... being criticized?
However, there was no anger, but rather a masochistic pleasure.
This true nature of Su Li, unfiltered in her joy and anger, was pure and straightforward. And he, watching her like this, felt pleased in his heart.
It used to be dislike, then it was not disliking, and now it was intermittent fondness.
