Ye Jingqiu leaned on the window sill, her well-developed curves pressed against it, forming arcs that accelerated the heartbeats of the boys around her. Her body leaned into the kitchen as she exclaimed in surprise:
"Mr. Xue, you can cook?"
Xue Jing was cutting the ingredients in an unbelievable manner, each movement so fast it nearly left afterimages, as he replied with ease:
"Not bad, I know a little."
Everyone watched as each of his cuts produced perfectly equal-sided ingredients, which didn't seem like just 'a little' knowledge.
But this could also just be because Xue Jing's sword skills were exceptional.
"Hey, you guys look, doesn't it seem like the things Mr. Xue has cut... are glowing?"
Someone pointed at the neatly sorted piles of ingredients that Xue Jing had cut and exclaimed.