Once his doubts were cleared up, Bai Chen brought up the pot used for cooking porridge, ready to boil water and pluck the chicken.
To his surprise, there was still a little porridge residue inside. It seemed to be from the porridge he had eaten that morning.
"Mr. Lin, did you make that porridge?" Bai Chen asked.
Lin Jingchen hummed in agreement and asked, "How was it? Was it good? I was in too much of a rush to taste it."
"Um... it was pretty good," Bai Chen answered stiffly.
So Lin Jingchen had made it. He had been wondering who had cooked such awful porridge. Though he could just about swallow it, it really hadn't tasted good.
I don't mean that. I don't mean that at all.
This should count as a white lie.
"Let me cook later. You looked after me all night yesterday, so I want you to try my cooking," Bai Chen said.
He hadn't really cooked before. At home, his mother and sister did the cooking, and he was always banned from the kitchen because they said his food tasted bad enough to make them want to throw up.
Still, he felt that he ought to be able to make something tastier than Lin Jingchen had. Besides, he felt brimming with confidence this time.
Who knew where he had found the courage?
"Sure. I'll help you out and learn a little while I'm at it. It's about time I learned," Lin Jingchen said, looking at Bai Chen with a smile.
"Don't get your hopes up too much. I'm a beginner too. I just want to give it a try today. You can't possibly learn from me." Bai Chen wouldn't dare call himself a teacher.
"I believe you can do it," Lin Jingchen said with a