Hearing this, Jiang Yeqian whispered, "Isn't it just making a meal?"
Qi Qingyao looked at him, all smiles. "You're the servant so you should cook for us every day."
"..." Jiang Yeqian's expression stifled for a second. With a light cough, he said, "Let's stay in the inn."
Qi Qingyao, "Oh?"
So he did not know how to cook.
She glanced at his hands again. She had examined them before. Those hands were big and strong. The joints between his thumb and index finger were callused, which meant that he would typically wield a sword on occasion. However, he did not wield the sword very often, which indicated that he was not a killer.