The other person answered naturally, "Because I am also a chef."

The kitchen fell silent instantly upon hearing this.

Apart from Zheng Wenrun, who already knew his identity, who looked up at everyone with unease, the others had different expressions on their faces.

Rella's expression was strange, as if she was about to say something, but Susan spoke first.

"You came here to steal my skills?!"

Pang Wensheng frowned. "How can this be considered stealing knowledge? I learned it openly and honestly."

"Then you can become an apprentice."

"You expect someone to teach you how to cook without bringing anything with you?"

"You're dreaming."

Pang Wensheng was stunned when he heard this.

Zheng Wenrun, standing to the side, spoke up: "Teacher..."

He opened his mouth, uttered only two words, then realized he didn't know what else to say and could only stand there awkwardly.

But then Pang Wensheng spoke up, looking at Ling Miao, "Is that alright?"

He stared straight at Ling Miao, his not-so-clear eyes fixed on her.

Ling Miao nodded and readily agreed.

Seeing her nod so readily, Pang Wensheng hadn't even realized what was happening.

"I agreed..."

"yes"

Ling Miao answered naturally, then turned her head, a hint of doubt in her eyes, "Do you have any other questions?"

That's all.

Pang Wensheng lowered his head, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

To be fair, the other party didn't know him or his identity.

If it were him, he wouldn't just teach someone how to cook.

But the other party nodded so readily and directly, which made me look petty and narrow-minded.

Pang Wensheng was overwhelmed with emotion and felt uneasy.