I Want to Take This Chef Home

Lately, Zhong Wen had been feeling a bit down. He had assumed that by showcasing his astonishing culinary skills and conquering the appetites of everyone at the Drifting Petal Palace, he would be like the protagonist of a novel, where beautiful women would fall for him one after another.

Lin Zhiyun did develop an appreciation for his cooking, and her gaze toward him held a hint of favor. However, as an old soul, he could easily discern that this favor wasn't an expression of romantic interest but more like the admiration of a younger generation for an elder.

"I want to be with you, but you only see me as a little brother?"

He couldn't stand it. So when he saw Palace Master Lin sweeping the floor, he eagerly seized the broom from the beautiful woman's hand.

"I love sweeping. Sweeping makes me happy!" he proclaimed loudly.