Jiang Zhiyuan thought for a moment, with AM's ready-made chef, it seemed a bit wasteful.
"Forget it! I'll just whip up something simple, after all, everyone doesn't eat much."
An Nan thought for a bit and felt that hiring a chef didn't feel sincere enough. At least for the first time, she should personally cook a few decent dishes, whether Chinese or Western.
"It's not right to let you do all the work while I just watch!"
Jiang Zhiyuan suddenly hugged her from behind, starting to act cute.
"Wishful thinking, I'm the head chef, of course, you have to be my assistant. Help me put on the apron first."
An Nan chuckled lightly, thinking he just wanted to lie on the sofa and wait for the guests to arrive, right?
