[ Looks like he's used to the teasing about how bland Gusu's dishes are by the flat, amused look he exchanges with Wen Kexing's apologetic smile. Xichen blanches when cooking is mentioned. ]

Ah, I'm not a good cook. He has more experience than me, I believe. Picture a highly self-sufficient, capable young man: that's his type.

[ If anyone can cook, it will be Wanyin. ]

He brings me meals sometimes, if I skip one. It would be a nice gesture to give him something of worth in return, in the same vein.