The next day, Chu Liyuan went to work at the company early in the morning, and Jian Dan, after breakfast, sat on the sofa alone gnawing at a thick cookbook, preparing for tomorrow's dinner.
This was the first time Jian Dan felt that reading was such an uncomfortable thing.
She recognized every word in the book and understood the combined meaning, but why was it completely different when it came to actually doing it?
After a morning of research, Jian Dan still had no insights, so she decided to do some practical cooking in the afternoon.
After lunch, Jian Dan locked herself in the kitchen alone.
From time to time, there were clinking and clanging sounds in the kitchen.
"Miss, are you alright? Please open the door quickly! You've been in the kitchen for quite a long time," Jin leaned her ear against the kitchen door.
"Jin, I'm fine, just go about your business, don't worry about me!"
