Mù Qiānxún sat on the sofa, watching Mu Xin busy in the kitchen, lighting the stove, frying steak, preparing sauce, and doing everything in an orderly manner.
Her mindset had gone through a drastic shift.
After living with Qianxun for eighteen years, aside from takeouts, the least utilized place in their home was the kitchen.
But how long had she been with Jin Shi?
She had already happily started cooking.
And the key was she was doing it well.
This was too hard to accept!
Mù Qiānxún laid her face on the sofa and asked, "What was the first thing you made when you started cooking? Was it edible? Did Jin father complain about it?"
Mu Xin was frying and talking at the same time, "It was scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Actually, the presentation of the first dish I cooked was quite good, it's just that I put too much salt in it, so it was too salty."
Regarding her glorious history, Mu Xin was not shy at all.
"So, what do you usually send as lunch to Jin father?"