Ami looked hurt: "Hao Jin, you're really living up to your last name, huh? If you're so capable, don't eat a single bite!"
Hao Jin didn't expect he'd run into someone like a "grade schooler" who cared about such things these days. He leaned back on the sofa, laughing uncontrollably, and said between chuckles, "I wasn't trying to target you or anything. Back in the day, our Meng Li couldn't cook either. Even after being married for a while now, she can only make fried rice with egg. But look at us, aren't we doing just fine? If you can't cook, don't force yourself. I think you should just help out Wei Sinan."
Ami gave him a haughty glare, then quickly turned and sidled up next to Wei Sinan, looking at him with eyes that seemed to plead for help, whispering, "Mr. Wei, if you really don't let me in the kitchen, everyone's going to make fun of me for a month because of this."
Wei Sinan looked at everyone thoughtfully, then looked at Ami as if in deep trouble.
