The Tune You Played Wasn’t Worth a Fart

"Try this rib. It's pretty good. It's on par with my cooking," Lin Yi said.

"Don't flatter yourself. Teacher Zhang's cooking is way better than yours."

"Then I won't make it for you anymore."

"No," Ji Qingyan got worried. "You have to keep making it for me."

"Oh my, you two make me so jealous. I have to stay away from you." Lu Tian shifted her chair and looked at the two of them sourly.

"Are you jealous?" Lin Yi laughed. "But you won't ever escape this feeling because there's no other man more handsome than me in the world."

"Hehehe. Men with a sense of humor always were Qingyan's favorite."

"Cough cough cough..."

Zheng Wenjie coughed lightly and said with a smile, "Senior just finished playing. You guys should at least give him some face."

"It's pretty good. There's some progress," Lu Tian casually replied, perfectly showing how to behave properly whilst still not paying attention.