Super God

"Do you have an apron? Is it here?"

Wu Tong tied the apron and picked up the two bags of ingredients Meng Fan put on the floor. "I don't know how to cook, so I want to learn. I downloaded several cooking and recipe apps before coming here. What? Are you scared I'm going to poison you?"

Meng Fan's face was stiff as wax, but he decisively shook his head. "No of course not!"

"No? I'll give you one chance to recall that back." Wu Tong opened the bag and took out the ingredients one by one, responding to him coldly.

"Should I be… scared?" Meng Fan remembered that Xing Ta Ge had told him every question a girl asked was a trap. When it was critical, his desire to survive was quite strong, so he immediately changed the subject. "How could your cooking have poison? It must taste amazing! Yes, even if it's your first time, I'm sure it'll taste amazing. No buts!"

Seeing Wu Tong's satisfied nod, Meng Fan let out a small sigh of relief.