Bai Yuqing picked up the kitchen knife, his brows tightly knitted.
A dozen seconds passed. Nothing happened.
He had no idea where to start.
A textbook case of knowing the finished product but nothing about how it was made.
He had only ever seen these ingredients after they reached the table. Now that they lay before him, he could not even tell which was which.
Xiao Qinghe, struggling not to laugh, said, "Mr. Bai, you can just supervise. Why do it yourself?"
Bai Yuqing frowned and looked at him.
"You can call me by my name."
"Well..."
Wouldn't that be a little too familiar?
Inside the system, he was his exalted, untouchable master.
And right now, he was an aristocratic patron who could casually throw out thirty million US dollars.
Call him by name?
Yu Qing?
Qing?
I simply couldn't!
Bai Yuqing stepped closer, lowering his eyes and his voice.
"Qinghe, call me by my name."
"...Let's talk this out. Please put the knife down first."
"..."
Qinghe, you blockhead.
"Never mind." Bai Yuqing turned away and picked up something at random.
Chop, chop, chop!
He was chopping vegetables!
Loudly!
Every chop struck Xiao Qinghe right in the heart, leaving him trembling.
Mr. Bai seemed angry. Was he imagining it?
But even if he needed to vent, couldn't he pick a different vegetable?
"Mr. Bai, that's an onion. It'll sting your eyes..."
Bai Yuqing froze, utterly still.
"Did it get in your eyes? Let me see."
Xiao Qinghe lowered what Bai Yuqing was holding and turned him around.
There he was, his brows drawn tight, his eyes reddened and glistening with tears.
Who could have imagined that an onion would reveal such a little-known side of him?
Xiao Qinghe was speechless.
"Qinghe, my eyes hurt..."
Bai Yuqing leaned forward slightly,