s were so cold, and underneath that coldness lay a stony hardness and indifference. In this silent battle of gazes, Li Lanqiu was no match for Rong Ling. She viewed him as just another wealthy tycoon...handling pots and pans. What he made wasn't too salty, or too bland, sometimes burnt, sometimes half-cooked. He could even frown at it, silently eliminating it himself. At night, she didn't keep him c...