Looking at the results of her efforts from the entire morning, Xia Wanwan felt like crying but had no tears left.
Does she really have no talent for cooking?
Seeing her dejected look, He Juan couldn't help but comfort her, "This tomato scrambled eggs isn't bad. Anyway, as long as it's made by you, the young master will definitely eat happily. I'll make a few more dishes, and you can take these together with the tomato scrambled eggs."
When He Juan said this, Xia Wanwan could still taste the burnt flavor of the eggs...
"Forget it, the eggs are mostly burnt." Xia Wanwan knew that Xi Muchen would eat her food no matter what, but she didn't want him to eat such awful food while he was sick. Moreover, he was already picky about food, preferring homemade meals.
Xia Wanwan glanced at the time and sighed, "Aunt Juan, we are pressed for time. Please make some new dishes for me to take over."
"Alright, it's no trouble at all. I'll prepare it right away. It won't take long!"
