When Li Jing cooked, he did it with ease.
You wouldn't believe it.
He actually missed the Earth's characteristic gas stoves.
In no time, he whipped up a pot of mixed-stew noodles.
As Ye Piaoran watched the entire process, she was shocked when he effortlessly prepared a big pot of delicious-looking mixed-stew noodles in just minutes.
"I never knew you could cook so well."
"In my hometown anything but a rich man who can't cook could survive?"
Li Jing curled his lips.
Ye Piaoran was dumbfounded, then gave him a big thumbs up.
"Well done."
"But you, even though you come from a poor background, why can't you cook?"
Li Jing said, reaching out for a long table and setting it down.
At the sight of this, Ye Piaoran happily seated herself and snorted.
"You should be able to tell from my 'equipment' that I tried to learn how to cook to enrich myself, but I simply don't have the talent."