Rong Si first cooked a small pot of porridge, chopped up the lean meat and vegetables, and put them in to cook together. Then he began to make the pasta that Su Jiu wanted.

His movements were skilled and efficient. It was obvious that he cooked often.

Han Siye usually had a nanny at home to take care of his daily needs. He seldom cooked anything and only knew how to make simple things like fried eggs. Even then, they didn’t always turn out well.

He didn’t know where he had gotten his confidence from when he had said he wanted to make delicious food for Little Jiu.

Han Siye looked at Rong Si from time to time as he cooked the porridge. Although he didn’t want to admit it, Rong Si looked quite handsome when he was serious.

Hmph, so what if he is handsome? Is he food that she can eat?

Little Jiu has been bewitched by his relatively handsome face!

As he was thinking, Rong Si glanced at him from the corner of his eye and then at the irregular-shaped meat on the chopping board. His eyes were filled with disdain.

Han Siye was instantly agitated and angrily said, “What are you looking at? So what if you know how to cook?”

Rong Si grimaced. “It’s nothing.”

“I can cook too. I was just distracted with you around!”

“Really?” Rong Si looked at him even more sardonically.

“You… I’m warning you, if you look at me like that again, I won’t be kind to you!”

“Beat me up first, then we’ll talk.”

“You!!” Han Siye got unhappy when he heard that. He slammed the kitchen knife against the chopping board and glared at Rong Si. “Who said I can’t beat you? If Little Jiu hadn’t stopped me, I would have beaten you until you knelt and called Uncle!”

“Huh.”

This simple response aggravated Han Siye further.

He rolled up his sleeves and said aggressively, “Rong Si, do you dare to fight me?”

“I don’t want to fight you now,” Rong Si said calmly as he continued to work.

“…”

“You’d better get out of here now if you don’t want to delay Little Jiu’s supper.”

“You…” Han Siye gritted his teeth.

He could tell that this guy was unwilling to give in when it came to Little Jiu. Rong Si did not take him seriously at all. Now, he was focused on cooking and did not want to bother with Han Siye at all.

Even if this guy had no money or power, Han Siye still felt that Rong Si was a powerful opponent. He was even stronger than a young master like Sheng Zhiyan, who was good in all aspects.

About half an hour later, Rong Si finished cooking dinner. Han Siye looked at the spaghetti with tomato sauce that he had placed on the plate, then at the bowl of lean vegetable millet porridge, and finally at the two fried eggs and chicken wings on Rong Si’s plate. He gritted his teeth again.

Rong Si walked right past him. Han Siye quickly stopped him. “Hey!”

Rong Si did not stop walking and walked out of the kitchen. Han Siye quickly followed and said angrily, “Can you give me a serving? I want to give something to Little Jiu too.”

Despite his intentions, he couldn’t make her a good meal. He wanted to borrow Rong Si’s dinner. Unfortunately, Rong Si ignored him and left the kitchen.

Han Siye was speechless.

This guy was too arrogant. No one had ever treated him like this!

Was my attitude that bad?

Han Siye had a rare realization and began to think about this question.