"Young Madam..." Kevin Kaye looked a bit hesitant. The Young Madam appeared so effortlessly elegant, her fingers as fair as jade, born into wealth. Could such a woman cook?
He hoped she wasn't some "kitchen killer". Ruining the kitchen was one thing, but if Young Madam somehow injured herself while cooking, he'd be in deep trouble with the young master even if he died dozens of times.
Lily Shaw looked coolly at the hesitant Kevin Kaye, sighing softly, "Don't worry, while what I make might not rival a chef's, it won't poison your young master."
"Young Madam, that's not what I meant. I'll arrange it right away." Kevin Kaye breathed out quietly, hiding his relief. That wasn't what he was worried about at all.
He was only worried that Young Madam might accidentally hurt herself, and then the young master would come after him.
Lily Shaw watched Kevin leave, comforting herself by rubbing her stomach. She was actually hungry too.
