Qin Zeyu’s mouth twitched. He clearly wanted to reclaim some dignity, but once the words reached his lips, he didn't know where to begin.
In the air, the dish enhanced by his "secret seasoning" was exuding a... well, an indescribable, oily stench. It stood in stark contrast to the rich, sweet-and-savory aroma of Ning Meng’s red-braised pork—it was essentially a public execution.
[Live Comments]
[This contrast is too brutal.]
[Young Master Qin, let's just stick to being a handsome guy from now on.]
[The kitchen is too deep for you, you can't handle it.]
Chapter 150