Ran Qingchen and Jiang Mo's marriage news was abuzz in the Capital, yet there was still someone unaware of it.
The Li Residence.
Wen Er hurried through the corridor to the kitchen.
Before reaching the kitchen's entrance, a young girl's cheer abruptly erupted, breaking the silence.
Wen Er entered the kitchen.
He saw Li Nanshuang, her face smeared with soot, carefully holding a stack of freshly made osmanthus cake.
She proudly showed it to the approaching uncle, "How is it? The chef's skills aren't bad at all, right? I've always said I was born to be a chef."
"Yes... it's quite good."
Looking at his niece brimming with joy, Wen Er squeezed out a smile.
He did not know how to tell his niece about the wedding of Ran Qingchen and Jiang Mo.
These past few days, Li Nanshuang had shut herself in the kitchen, constantly learning to cook; the kitchen had caught fire several times, and the girl was often scalded or even burned her hair.
