Chapter 125: A Knife Hidden in a Smile

He Jinxia's eyes flickered, a sly smile crossing her gaze as she said cheerily, "I have a different opinion, how about cooking myself?"

Sheng Yan paused, responding indifferently, "I'm not particularly good at cooking."

He Jinxia shrugged, "I can only have porridge, and I'll make it myself."

Sheng Yan's eyebrows lifted slightly as he tilted his head, his tone arrogantly saying, "I won't let a sick person cook."

He Jinxia shrugged her shoulders, a smug smile crossing her eyes, "So—thank you for your trouble, Mr. Sheng."

"Call me master."

"I'll call you that if it tastes good."

"Sorry, but I just remembered I can't cook."

"...Master."

Hearing the woman's voice full of frustration, Sheng Yan's lips curled into a faint smile, ephemeral, leaving no trace.

Sheng Yan's cooking was better than He Jinxia had imagined.

Of course, she didn't deduce this from the technically simple porridge, but from the fact that besides cooking porridge, Sheng Yan also stir-fried some dishes.