Tsutomu Kaito walked out of the room and quietly closed the door.

Little Cherin pouted and muttered, "You're quite attentive. Are you a boy or not?"

"Of course I am!" Tsutomu Kaito grinned and patted his belly.

Little Cherin kicked him, not giving Tsutomu Kaito any face.

In the end, Tsutomu Kaito straightened his slightly messy collar and went downstairs to look for the kitchen.

Kuroki, the butler, was supervising today's ingredients on the third floor. When he looked up, he saw the Young Master walking barefoot on the floor, looking around for something.

"Young Master, aren't you supposed to be taking a nap? Why are you out here?" Kuroki quickly stood up and found a pair of cotton slippers for the Young Master.

Tsutomu Kaito replied as he put on his slippers, "Nap?

Oh, yes, but I can't sleep, so I came down for a walk. "

Kuroki immediately showed a worried expression, "Young Master, have you not been sleeping well recently? Do you want to call a doctor …"

"No need!"

Tsutomu Kaito was terrified when he heard the word "doctor". He hurriedly said, "No, no, I'm just a little hungry, so I came down to look for food.

Mr. Kuroki, where is the kitchen? "

Kuroki was stunned for a moment, then said, "Young Master, if you're hungry, you can just order your subordinates to bring you food. Why did you come down yourself?"

As for the fact that the young master didn't know where the kitchen was, Hei Mu didn't doubt it. How could a noble young master who didn't do any household chores know where the kitchen was?

Tsutomu Kaito walked down the stairs and said to him with a red face, "Well, I want to cook something for myself. Mr. Kuroki, please take me to the kitchen."

"Uh, yes."

Although he didn't know why the Young Master suddenly had this idea, he still bowed and said respectfully, "But the Young Master hasn't recovered from yesterday's cold. You must not tire yourself out."

"Ah, I know!" After Tsutomu Kaito answered, he turned to Little Cherin and said, "Mr. Saiki is really a good person."

Saiki did not tell anyone that he had been kidnapped.

Tsutomu Kaito had been worried that his father would be sad if he found out that something had happened to him. Now, it seemed that Mr. Saiki was really thoughtful.

"Just do your thing. Why do you have so much nonsense to say?"

Little Cherin's mind was filled with the thought of completing the mission. He rolled his eyes and kicked Tsutomu Kaito's butt twice.

The butler led the Young Master to the kitchen.

It was now three o'clock in the afternoon. The head chef was preparing the cod for dinner. He looked up and saw the delicate Young Master walking towards him.

The head chef thought that he had seen wrongly. He rubbed his eyes hard and the knife in his hand tilted. The fish fillet turned into fish slices.

Kuroki followed closely behind Tsutomu Kaito and began to introduce him, "Young Master, this is Mr. Fukuhara, who is in charge of the meals at home. If you need anything, just ask him to take care of it."

"Fukuhara, give the kitchen to the Young Master. You go to the small kitchen on the left first …"

Tsutomu Kaito looked at the large, empty kitchen in the middle. There were several waitresses cutting vegetables around, and they were all secretly looking in his direction.

He quickly waved his hand and said, "No, I'll go to the small kitchen. Mr. Fukuhara, please continue with your work."

If so many people saw his terrible cooking skills, wouldn't it be embarrassing?

Mr. Fukuhara was around 40 years old. He was a well-rounded nutritionist with Japanese, Western, and Chinese styles. His body proportions were very good, and he looked young and energetic.

He took Tsutomu Kaito to the small kitchen next door. "This is the master's special order. When the master was young, he always liked to come here and cook a few home-cooked dishes for his wife. I've seen those dishes, and they are all very delicious.

I didn't expect the Young Master to have a talent for cooking. You're amazing. "

Tsutomu Kaito said, "… I don't."

Mr. Fukuhara grinned and said, "Don't be modest, Young Master. What ingredients do you need? I'll prepare them for you."

Tsutomu Kaito didn't know what to do. He could only whisper, "I'll see what I can use here. Mr. Fukuhara, you can go do your work."

"Yes.

I'll be right here. Young Master, give me orders at any time. "

After the head chef left, Tsutomu Kaito found an apron and put it on. He touched the knives on the counter and scratched his head helplessly.

Little Cherin was already flipping through the recipe book. He said to him, "Or you can fry an egg. There's a mold over there. You just need to put oil, pepper, and a spoonful of salt."

"How big is the spoon? This one?"

Tsutomu Kaito looked around. There was only one heavy wooden spoon. If Saiki could still laugh after putting this spoon in, it would be strange.

Little Cherin rolled his eyes and turned to the last page of the recipe book. He couldn't help but light up. "How about this? Fresh fried cod rolls."

Tsutomu Kaito nodded, indicating that this was more reliable.

"Cut the fresh cod into thumb-sized pieces, marinate it, and wrap it in egg starch …"

Tsutomu Kaito took out the fish from the freezer and placed it on the chopping board. He then pulled out a medium-sized knife from the knife rack and began to process the fish.

Little Cherin directed for a while. He was surprised to find that Tsutomu Kaito didn't seem to need his help at all. Tsutomu Kaito's slender hands were surprisingly dexterous. He quickly marinated the fish, mixed the starch and egg, and began to make small fish cakes.

His five wet fingers fiddled with the fish for a while. The beautiful small fish cakes took shape and lay quietly on the chopping board. It was pleasing to the eye.

Little Cherin was surprised, but he didn't want to be outdone. He continued to direct, "Okay, now warm the oil. Be careful not to get burned."

With a sizzling sound, a fragrant smell instantly evaporated. The small fish cakes bubbled in the clear oil and slowly took shape, turning into a delicious crispy yellow color.

Tsutomu Kaito gently moved his chopsticks, stirring up a delicious smell.

Little Cherin finally couldn't hold it in anymore. "You've learned how to cook?"

Tsutomu Kaito's chopsticks paused for a moment, then he shook his head and said, "I don't know, but I think I used to cook a lot, and I used to cook for someone. I seem to have forgotten who that person was."

Little Cherin quickly coughed and said, "Watch the pan. It'll burn later!"

Tsutomu Kaito used the existing ingredients to make a few more dishes. A small bamboo plate was filled with delicious food. The housekeeper took a dining cart and placed the Young Master's dishes on it.

"Just push it to the door for me. I'll go in myself."

Kuroki didn't think much of it. He said yes and took the elevator to the Young Master's room.

He parked the dining cart in front of Tsutomu Kaito's door, praised the Young Master's dexterity, and returned to the third floor to continue his work.

Tsutomu Kaito said, "I, I'm a little nervous."

Little Cherin kicked his butt. "What are you nervous about? If I had your cooking skills, I would have a wife long ago."

Tsutomu Kaito snickered. "You don't have a wife because you're short."

Little Cherin took a deep breath. "If you're not short, then do you have a wife? Or do you not!"

Tsutomu Kaito snorted and said, "I don't want a wife."

The little guy was trembling with anger. He was about to use the secret roundhouse kick when the door suddenly opened from the inside. Nanao Saiki walked out wearing only a thin white shirt, frowning.

Tsutomu Kaito was instantly mute.

He only wore a thin white shirt, and his sleeves were rolled up to reveal his forearms. The beautiful lines of his muscles were faintly discernible. He looked very anxious until he saw Tsutomu Kaito standing at the door. His expression eased a little.

"Saiki …"

Tsutomu Kaito struggled for a long time about how to invite him to taste his cooking. He was just about to follow the script and say, "Good afternoon, Mr. Saiki," when he was forcefully interrupted.

Nanao Saiki didn't say a word, but his eyes turned red in an instant. He reached out and hugged Tsutomu Kaito tightly. In his arms, there was a madness of regaining what he had lost.

"Mr. Qi, Mr. Qi Mu?"

Saiki held his waist tightly as if he was afraid that he would lose him. He put his chin on his shoulder and said his name in a magnetic and low voice, "Kojin, where have you been?"