It was hard to imagine that a rich young master like Ye Chen could cook, which was completely different from the Ye Chen that Su Xiyue knew from the past.
Wang Ma nodded and praised, "Our young master is indeed full of surprises. His cooking skills are even better than mine."
"Better than yours, Wang Ma? Don't talk nonsense."
Su Xiyue pursed her lips, her face full of disbelief.
"Just wait until the young master finishes cooking, and you'll know when you taste it," said Wang Ma with a smile.
Half in doubt, Su Xiyue walked into the kitchen and indeed saw Ye Chen, wearing Wang Ma's apron, stir-frying.
"Xiyue, you're back."
When Ye Chen turned around and saw Su Xiyue standing at the door, he greeted her while continuing to cook.
"Mhm."
Su Xiyue hummed in response, sniffing the enticing aroma coming from the kitchen and looking at Ye Chen's skilled technique with a face full of surprise, feeling a bit like she was dreaming.
"Just wait a minute, this dish will be ready soon."