The Billionaire's Priceless Darling: 33 Days of the CEO's Pursuit - Chapter 193 - Li Juefeng Can Cook? 1

A joke from the internet? Gu Xiaoai’s reaction time is that long?

Li Juefeng glared at her with irritation, his tall frame swiftly ascending the stairs. With his gloved hand, he grabbed her as she laughed uncontrollably, threateningly raising a fist towards her. “You better be telling the truth! Laugh at me, and I’ll strangle you.”

He was aware that his outfit was amusing…

The white sleeve covers on his arms, with faint prints that hinted at a touch of cuteness, looked bizarre on Li Juefeng.

Gu Xiaoai almost burst into laughter again, but his warning forced her to painfully hold it back.

The feeling of wanting to laugh but being unable to was truly agonizing.

Her expression was nearly twisted as she pointed at his leather gloves and asked, “Li Juefeng, are you cosplaying?”

What role was he playing?

He didn’t look like a butler, nor did he resemble a servant…

“Smack-”

Her head was immediately hit hard, causing her hair to fly up.

Gu Xiaoai quickly stepped back, tidying her hair and looking at him with a complaint, “Can you stop hitting people all the time?”

It’s not like we’re living in the Stone Age.

Does he really need to be so violent?

“If I don’t hit you, you won’t behave!” Li Juefeng snorted coldly, his face dark as he dragged her by the arm towards the dining room.

When Gu Xiaoai saw the kitchen ahead, she paused. Was he really going to…

Li Juefeng walked straight into the kitchen, picked up a potato from the side, tossed it in his palm with a bit of swagger, and casually pressed it onto the cutting board to start slicing.

“…” Gu Xiaoai thought she was seeing things.

Was she still dreaming?

How could she be seeing Li Juefeng cooking? The Young Master of the Li Family, the CEO of E.S, slicing potatoes?!

Clearly raised in luxury, the way he cut the potato was slow and awkward, each slice thick.

Gu Xiaoai shook her head, intending to rescue the poor potato, but then she noticed Li Juefeng’s technique gradually speeding up.

Under the gleaming knife, the potato was shredded into fine strips, a level of skill that couldn’t be achieved without regular practice.

“You can cook?”

Gu Xiaoai couldn’t help but walk over and ask, picking up a small pinch of shredded potatoes. They were cut so finely, comparable to her aunt who was accustomed to household chores.

Even she couldn’t cut them this well.

Gu Xiaoai was amazed by his craftsmanship…