The thought passed through her mind with striking clarity.
If she were to come clean to Fu Chenlie that she couldn't cook, a storm would probably break loose immediately.
Despite this, Wen Ran steeled herself and looked towards Fu Chenlie who was getting out of the car and walking towards her, and after much hesitation, she finally spoke up, "Boss, I... I don't know how to cook any of the dishes on this menu."
Fu Chenlie's eyes shimmered with a frosty light, and his tone had already turned dangerous, "What did you say?"
Wen Ran felt the air grow chilly, and she said cautiously, "I... I've never eaten any of the dishes on here, nor do I know how to make them. I only know how to cook homely meals, simple stir-fries, boil noodles, make dumplings, and cook porridge and such…"
His complexion visibly worsened, "So what?"
She looked at him resentfully, "Is it okay if I make whatever I can, and you just eat that?"