"Can you really do this?"
Chen Xixi couldn’t help but be skeptical; Zhou Jinyuan really didn’t look like someone who was skilled in cooking.
Zhou Jinyuan frowned as he placed the fish in the sink, staring intently at the fish that had just recently died, "Can’t you have some confidence in your partner?"
Chen Xixi leaned against the door frame, watching Zhou Jinyuan with a relaxed smile, "Does the president of Zhongjing Group also have a diploma from New Oriental?"
Zhou Jinyuan’s eyebrows slightly raised, a hint of confusion in his expression: "New Oriental?"
"No, but you should try to trust me."
Then Chen Xixi witnessed Zhou Jinyuan clumsily handling the fish.
During the process, Chen Xixi wanted to help, but Zhou Jinyuan refused. However, at the critical moment, he still relied on Chen Xixi’s guidance, and the fish finally made it into the pot after much struggle.
[It’s obvious now, President Zhou really can’t cook.]