What a Waste

"Is it good? Is it not any worse than what you made?"

Lin Yichun said proudly. She thought to herself that she had lived alone for many years. If she did not even know how to cook, she would starve to death.

"Not bad. She is almost as good as the chef in the hotel."

After all, although Lin Yichun's dishes were just ordinary dishes, the taste was very authentic. She was afraid that no one would believe that these dishes came from the hands of a rich family's daughter.

"That's right. The little rabbit's cooking skills are amazing. Otherwise, I wouldn't want to skip class and miss out on her cooking."

Lu Xueyao said in agreement. However, she thought in her heart that tasting Lin Yichun's cooking was only one of the reasons. The bigger reason was that she had to look at Loong Fei.

Although Loong Fei was Lin Yichun's bodyguard, in Lu Xueyao's opinion, it was inevitable that something would happen when two young men and women were alone in a room.