"No." Su Nian shook her head, clearly not wanting to say more.
Zheng Haoyu didn't press her, and instead led her downstairs, found her a magazine to read, and then went back into the kitchen to prepare dinner for the two of them.
Casually glancing back, Zheng Haoyu saw Su Nian at the doorway gazing at him with an expression of fondness. Feeling good, he smiled slightly, then turned back to continue cooking.
Su Nian remembered how six years ago, Zheng Haoyu, who never cooked, suddenly could make meals and took on the role of head chef at home. Now she was very curious about how he learned to cook. After all, cooking isn't like eating; you can't just watch once and master it, especially not to make it so delicious.
Thinking of this, she asked, "Haoyu, how did you practice your skills?"
