Scarlett Yates really didn't believe Knox Simmons could cook.
So she stood still at the kitchen door and watched Knox expertly crack an egg into a bowl, whisk it skillfully, without spilling a single drop.
"What, you don't believe me?" Knox asked as he finished whisking the eggs and started chopping vegetables.
The knife skills weren't exceptional, not like someone who cooks regularly, but didn't seem clumsy either.
Only now did Scarlett feel that Knox had indeed been in the kitchen before, not just joking around with her.
"Otherwise, let me be your assistant." Scarlett felt if she did nothing and just waited to eat, she'd feel kind of awkward.
"No need, you can go; your presence here would just lower my efficiency."
Knox chopped with a steady rhythm, and within no time, minced the beef into fine pieces: "If you truly want to help, you could feed the fish in the living room, or water the flowers on the balcony."
