Milutin tied on an apron as well and haughtily began giving Yao Shi orders.
Since Yao Shi was asking her for guidance now, Yao Shi was merely an apprentice.
As an apprentice, Yao Shi had to follow her arrangements properly. Whatever Milutin told her to do, she had to do.
This was Milutin's first time experiencing what it felt like to order Yao Shi around. She had to admit, it felt pretty good.
"Understood. Then let's start practicing now."
"Let's strive to prepare a lavish dinner for the Young Master by dinnertime."
Yao Shi rolled up her sleeves, revealing her smooth, fair forearms as she spoke calmly.
She abruptly drew a kitchen knife and gripped it in her hand. Even if she had to follow Milutin's arrangements for now, it was no big deal.
Right now, she only wanted to make the Young Master a lavish dinner. Beyond that, she would not consider anything unnecessary.
If Milutin could truly teach her how to cook, not only would she not resent Milutin for abusing her authority and ordering her around, she would be deeply grateful to her.
"Stop, stop, stop! Can you put down that kitchen knife first?"
"You should go pick out ingredients from the storeroom with me first. What's the point of standing here waving a knife around? Are you chopping the air?"
Milutin stared darkly at Yao Shi, who had raised her kitchen knife again.
She did not know whether it was just her imagination, but why did she always feel like this girl was strangely obsessed with kitchen knives...?
A Cook Who Can't Handle a Knife Isn't a Good Maid
"So what are we going to make with this huge pile of ingredients?"
Milutin's eye twitched as she looked at the entire bucket of seafood beside her,