Gu Yi'an was supposed to cook, but unexpectedly, when she got home, Tan Jincheng had already tied on an apron.
"You're cooking?" she asked, looking at Tan Jincheng with some surprise.
"Yes," Tan Jincheng replied with a raised eyebrow and a smile, "What, you don't trust my skills?"
Gu Yi'an pouted, "It's not that I don't trust you."
"If you want to help, just assist me," Tan Jincheng said with a light laugh.
Fortunately, the kitchen was large enough to accommodate Tan Jincheng's big frame, and with Gu Yi'an added, it still didn't feel cramped.
He said she could help, but in reality, he didn't let her do anything.
Tan Jincheng's movements, although slightly unfamiliar, were very fluid, which left Gu Yi'an in awe.
She had always known he could cook and had done so before, but she still had to admit that watching Tan Jincheng cook felt like watching a pleasing performance...
"Taste this," Tan Jincheng's voice suddenly sounded.
