Xu Ying nodded, "I can cook a bit, but there's not much I'm skilled at."
Zhang Youquan, after hearing this, maliciously thought to embarrass her. Being able to cook was one thing, but making delicious food was another.
Since she loved to show off so much, she better not lose face later.
"Xu Ying, since you can cook, why don't you demonstrate your skills today? We have cabbage and potatoes here. What do you think you can make out of it?"
Xu Ying looked surprised. To let her cook on her very first day was such good fortune; she didn't expect to earn goodwill value so soon, thinking it wouldn't happen for at least half a month.
She didn't respond and just stood there in a daze. In that moment, Zhang Youquan thought she was too scared to cook, just an eighteen-year-old little aunt.