Ji Xiaoge punched Motan on the shoulder, pouted, and said with a hum: "Having enthusiasm is fine, but don't let the things you make that defy common sense become a disaster."
"That's probably correct, but not entirely."
Motan shook his finger, leaned back in his chair, and stared at the ceiling with a smile: "Actually, you've already improved a lot compared to before. I haven't tasted less of your food in the past six months. In the last two months, my health points seldom drop below sixty percent. To truly make progress, the suggestions of taste testers are essential. After all, disregarding outside the game, your [self-production and self-sale] talent in the game severely affects your judgment of your own cooking."
Ji Xiaoge scrunched her nose: "So what?"
"So you should still prioritize 'harming' the people around you. Ideally, those with high tolerance or players who won't have problems even if the worst happens, like Cordova or Anthony Dubs, or..."
"Like you?"
