Young Master Huo had another business summit in the afternoon and didn't have the time to guess An Ge's thoughts. He stopped making things difficult for her and took the chopsticks from her hand. A woman's cooking naturally couldn't compare to his personal chef's, but the meal was barely edible. Halfway through eating, Huo Shaoyan lost interest and set down his chopsticks. He wiped the corner of his mouth with the wet napkin she handed over, and only then did he spare her a glance, saying, "The rice is too hard, the soup is too bland, and the dishes are too salty. Is this the level of cooking you intend to use to brush me off?"
An Ge felt that Huo Shaoyan was splitting hairs, but she swallowed her pride and smiled, "I'll double my efforts to learn and improve my cooking as soon as possible."
Huo Shaoyan ignored her, "You can leave now."