Eldest Young Master Grant heard this, and slowly turned around, taking out a cookbook: "Just now."
"Hehe, let me take a sip first." Lily Shaw said with a forced smile, glancing at the porridge in the pot which looked decent, scooping a spoonful and blowing on it a few times.
"Hmm... you mistook sugar for salt." Lily Shaw took a sip, and under the man's nervous gaze, slowly said, noticing the unmistakable disappointment flashing in his eyes, she suddenly smiled and brought the spoon to his lips: "Try it yourself."
Eldest Young Master Grant wasn't sure of the taste of the porridge he made for the first time; after the charcoal-grilled beef which was enough to be a blot on his record, he was hesitant to trust his own culinary skills.
Seeing Lily Shaw's serious demeanor, he felt a bit sheepish, carefully sipping a bit...
"How's the taste?" Lily Shaw looked at him with a sly smile on her face.
