Qiao Xiaomai sat on a small stool, staring at Tong Sanlang's broad back, finally regaining her senses.
Just now, she wanted to show Tong Sanlang her knife skills, which were not intentionally practiced but were far better than those of ordinary people.
However, in her pride, she cut her hand.
A situation that should have been awkward was masked by Tong Sanlang's... well, somewhat intimate actions.
Now that the event had passed, the embarrassment began to resurface.
She touched her nose uneasily. With a master like Tong Sanlang, there was really no need to show off her knife skills.
It would only lead to embarrassment.
If she had to show off, better to show off her cooking skills.
Thinking this way, after tasting the Cold Mixed Cucumber made by Tong Sanlang, she was more convinced by this thought.
"My cooking skills are not very good, just make do with it." Tong Sanlang said, aware of his own level.
"It's pretty good." Qiao Xiaomai complimented.