Watching him skillfully stir-fry, adding seasonings, carefully and meticulously making each dish, as the aroma wafted from a freshly cooked dish, Qin Yin couldn't help but pinch a piece and put it in her mouth, then praised: "Your cooking skills have really improved a lot."
"You used to be clueless about cooking, always forgetting to add salt."
As she spoke, she sighed, "Well, never mind, I won't say anymore, but the dishes you're cooking now are really delicious, better than mine. I've also learned to cook now. Oh, right, you don't remember how I used to be incapable of cooking."
Nan Sichen just looked at her silently, without saying much, only asking: "Help me wipe the sweat."
"Oh." Qin Yin quickly took a tissue and wiped his forehead.
Nan Sichen shamelessly took the opportunity to nibble her lip again, and Qin Yin, startled, covered her lips, "You, what are you doing? There are so many people outside."
Nan Sichen continued cooking with a playful smile.
