Sherry let Qin Xinwan put on an apron for herself, and carefully learn her appearance, step by step from the oil rice wood salt began to distinguish.

"Miss, let me come..." Naturally, the servants on the side still can't see it: "Your hands are not used to do these things."

Sherry's hands are beautiful, slender and white, but there are some small cocoons, which are traces left by his early hard work outside.

"There's nothing I shouldn't do. It's just a meal. I like it very ...