Egg white dripped onto the rim of the bowl, the stove, and everywhere else.

When Sister Zhuang saw this, she sighed silently, her helplessness evident.

Pick up a rag and wipe it clean.

Mu Xiaocheng washed her hands and started stirring, imitating Aunt Zhuang's movements.

She wasn't that stupid in this respect; she learned it quite well.

"Now we're going to start cooking. I'll start, and you can watch from the side."

"Oh, okay." Mu Xiaocheng consciously took two steps back and watched Aunt Zhuang's actions with wide eyes.

As she operated the equipment, Sister Zhuang explained its operation.

"After the oil is in the pan, you must wait until it boils before adding the eggs. Also, don't add too much oil. This much is enough."

Mu Xiaocheng listened very attentively.

I never imagined that cooking would be so troublesome; it's much more troublesome than learning Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) or painting.

Soon, Aunt Zhuang's scrambled eggs with tomatoes were ready.

Mu Xiaocheng stared at the red and white tomatoes and eggs on the plate, and couldn't help but swallow.

It smelled so good that she couldn't resist and picked up her chopsticks to take a bite.

It has a sweet and sour taste, and is both crisp and smooth.

It tastes really good.

"Delicious!" Mu Xiaocheng praised without reservation.

Aunt Zhuang smiled shyly, clutching the apron tied around her waist with both hands: "If you like it, Madam, I'll make it for you another day."

Actually, she quite liked the girl in front of her. Although she was the mistress of Langming Garden and the man's darling, the girl was approachable and down-to-earth.

Not only is she good-looking, but she also has a wonderful personality.

Everyone would like a girl like that.

Mu Xiaocheng was naturally happy to hear what Aunt Zhuang said.

She smiled and nodded, then pointed to the stove: "Then I'll go cook it, you go ahead and do your thing."

Aunt Zhuang nodded with a smile: "Okay."

After saying that, she nodded to Mu Xiaocheng and went out.

Mu Xiaocheng turned on the stove and followed the steps, waiting for the pan to heat up before adding oil.

She picked up the oil bottle, but accidentally put in twice the amount of oil.

Uh~

Mu Xiaocheng was stunned for a moment. Oh no, she put in too much oil!

What should we do next?

Actually, there aren't that many.

Mu Xiaocheng gritted her teeth and put the egg in.

After stir-frying for a few seconds, I added tomatoes.

She did write down the process, but the final dish was quite different from Zhuang Sao's.

Mu Xiaocheng frowned as she stared at the plate of "dishes," then picked up a piece with her chopsticks.

This tastes strange.

It's a long story.

Although it wasn't exactly bad, compared to what Sister Zhuang had just eaten, it was practically a completely different dish.

Forget it, forget it. I'll find another way to thank Boss Ji.

Let's just throw this away.

Mu Xiaocheng was holding a plate, about to throw the stir-fried tomatoes and eggs into the trash can.

A mellow and pleasant voice suddenly rang out.

"Don't pour it."

That sound...

Mu Xiaocheng turned her head and looked at the doorway. She saw Ji Huaishen, dressed in a suit, standing there with one hand in his suit trouser pocket. He looked languid, aloof, and elegant.

"You...you're back?"

Why did this person return without a word?

It startled her.

Most importantly, he was able to see the fruits of his labor.

Ji Huaishen strode towards her with his long legs, glancing at what she was holding.

"It looks pretty good."

His tone was unhurried, languid, and extremely magnetic.

Mu Xiaocheng frowned slightly. Was Boss Ji joking?

Is this what you call "not bad"?

It was a greasy mess, and the tomatoes were all rotten.

It doesn't look appetizing at all, does it?