You stood behind the counter, staring at the ingredients set out since you’re responsible for breakfast today.

You lied about knowing how to cook, which was a big mistake. Grabbing your phone, you hurriedly went through recipes.

You were oblivious to Jing Yuan’s presence behind you, until he placed a hand on your head, looking at you softly. “Hun, what’s wrong?”

He saw the online recipes on your phone, before asking. “You don’t know how to cook? You should’ve told me from the start, love.”