Tang Anzhi saw his overflowing confidence and followed him.
She simply leaned against the kitchen doorframe, watching how those purposeful hands were going to turn flour into dough.
But when she saw his movements, the corner of her eye twitched, and she could not hold back any longer, "Let me do it!"
"Just stand aside and wait!" It's just dough, isn't it? Huangfu Zheng scoffed, truly not believing such a simple task could defeat him.
Seeing his insistence and determination, Tang Anzhi then quieted down, now contemplating whether or not to go out and buy some stomach medicine, as it seemed that there was none stocked at home. She planned to eat some of this culinary disaster, no matter how unpalatable it turned out to be, since it was his first attempt, and she felt obliged to give him that much face.
However—
"You put too much oil—"
"And too much salt—"
