"Two eggs, add some collagen..."
Cui Jiangjing didn't know whether to continue being depressed or to fight back because of the comfort he received.
In the main, he chose neither, and channeled his frustration into cleaning all the ingredients Rong Yan had assigned to him, placing them neatly to the side.
The kitchen was packed with twenty different dishes, each in small portions enough for a little plate. The vegetables were bright green and dewy, looking quite appetizing.
What made him especially proud was that he had washed them himself.
His high-end suit was splattered with water stains all over, yet he didn't mind. He took off his plastic gloves and asked Rong Yan, who was making the hotpot spices, "All done. Is that everything? If so, I'm heading out."
