His gaze swept over the stuff Jane had left on the sofa, he walked over, tidied it up, and then returned to the kitchen in a good mood to finish scrubbing the pot that hadn’t been cleaned properly before.
Jas had bought a lot of groceries, including fruits and milk, filling up the entire refrigerator.
But staying here for three or four days, Jane felt it was a bit much to look at.
Unlike Jas, whose attempts at cooking remained fruitless, when Jane handled the sa ingredients and followed the sa steps, the results were like a completely different painting.
When Jane was busy in the kitchen, Jas helped out too, taking over whenever anything involved water.
Like washing vegetables.
Like scrubbing pots.
Like cutting at.
Jane, unable to shoo Jas away, frowned upon serving the three dishes and one soup, as the oddly shaped vegetables and at affected the aesthetics due to Jas’s clunky assistance.
"You probably only cut tomatoes and beef decently," Jane complained as she took photos of each dish with her mobile phone and pointed at the green peppers in the plate, "I asked you to slice them, but look at your slices, they’re wider than the potato chips I eat."
The corners of Jas’s mouth twitched almost imperceptibly, then he sat down next to Jane with an impassive face and pulled the bowl of green pepper beef to his side.
"What are you doing?" Jane snatched it back, glaring at him fiercely, "Are you trying to steal food?"
"I thought you were too disgusted to eat it," Jas huffed after saying.
"I do want to eat!" Jane glared at Jas who dared to huff at her, "Oh, feeling snappy now, are we? Allow you to cut ugly and I can’t even comnt?"
"Jane Sampson, if you speak to in that tone again, you’ll bear the consequences!" Jas warned, his eyebrows quivering as he tossed out the threat.
Jane pouted and looked at Jas, blinking a few tis before mimicking his huff after a few seconds.
King Black!
He must be the most overbearing man on the whole earth!
And now she’s not even allowed to complain!
After dinner, Jas took the initiative to stand up and clean up the dishes, heading to the kitchen to wash them. Jane, having eaten a bit too much, paced around the living room with her mobile phone, trying to help digest her al.
She adjusted the colors of the photos of the dinner on her phone and then posted them straight to Monts.
Mr. Black’s knife skills together with little Jane’s cooking, both top-tier masters.[Yeah][Yeah][Happy]
And Mr. Black’s personal work that he tried to erase from existence—the sweet and sour ribs in the trash can.
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After sending, Jane clutched her phone and sneakily glanced toward the kitchen, smothering her giggles.
Jas didn’t realize she had secretly photographed the failed dish he’d disposed of in the trash can.
The ones quick to ’like’ Jane’s Monts were always the sa few people.
However, within two or three minutes after posting, there were already plenty of comnts.
Incognito brag about affection confird, unhesitatingly kicks over this bowl of dog food. —Mickey Mouse Eats No Rice.
To keep your appetite, advise only viewing the first three pictures for a side dish. —Bright Sampson.
Since when can that kid Jas cook anything other than tomato beef noodles? Apart from being good-looking, he’s useless. —Grandfather.
The knife work is artistic and deserves criticism. —Auntie.
Good granddaughter, you can’t criticize him, or else he might not cook for you next ti. —Granny Sampton.
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