C152 Serving Young Master Gu!

Ann Xiaomin felt uneasy under his gaze, mainly because she thought her vigorous stir-frying looked awkward.

“Haven’t you noticed these dishes are ready? Take them to the dining table.”

Ann Xiaomin was just saying it, knowing full well that Young Master Gu, with his hands more elegant than a woman's, had never even washed a bowl. How could he possibly serve dishes?

Unexpectedly..