Mu Lingqian's gaze fell on Wen Xiangyang's determined face and he said frigidly, "If it tastes bad, go learn how to cook properly and then come back."
Stung by his words, Wen Xiangyang scrunched up her face, then defiantly raised an eyebrow, "Fine, if the food is not good, you can kick me out."
After Wen Xiangyang spoke, she turned and walked out, brought back a fish, and started to bustle about in the kitchen.
Half an hour later, the aroma wafting from the kitchen pervaded the air.
Wen Xiangyang, holding the pot, walked from the kitchen toward the direction of the living room where Mu Lingqian was sitting and called out, "Young Master Mu, the meal is ready. Come for dinner."
The casualness with which Wen Xiangyang spoke and called out caught Mu Lingqian's attention from his paperwork.