"Actually, I think I'm pretty talented." The man shrugged at her, "Tell me what you want to eat, I can make it for you."
Daisy Ginger's expression worsened.
"I don't need you to cook."
"But you can't get used to the food here either, can you?" He gently pointed at her chin. "You didn't seem to eat anything this morning."
"Just take the money back, and I'll leave."
"No." He said casually, laughing as he spoke.
Seeing his smug laugh made Daisy Ginger's anger boil.
A dignified CEO running to the countryside to cook—what's there to be proud of?
She was infuriated, while he seemed rather pleased with himself.
Daisy Ginger rubbed her temples, "The knife is so sharp. What if you accidentally cut yourself? And the fire, what if you get burned? I'll just eat something random, don't cook."
For some reason, the man chuckled softly.
He said, "Daisy Ginger, do you see me as a child? There's no way I'd cut myself."
