Sister Gui hesitated for a moment, then said, "Garlic chives."
"Xiaoqi, did you cook this?" Bai Bing looked at Shangguan Lingqi with slight surprise.
Shangguan Lingqi had just looked up when Si Nuanqian had already spoken before him: "Yes, those two dishes were cooked by me, this garlic chives was made by him."
Sister Gui and the Butler were her people; as long as Yiwan said those two dishes were cooked by her, then that's what it was!
Shangguan Lingqi gave her a glance but remained silent.
"Are these really chives?" Mu Cangkong disdainfully glanced at them, smiled, and picked one up: "Xiaoqi, you didn't just find some firewood sticks, did you?"
Si Nuanqian's face grew hot, but she heard Shangguan Lingqi retort: "If you don't want to eat, I will. No need to make a fuss!"
"Oh! Quite the temper," Mu Cangkong laughed as he put the chive back on the plate.
"We might as well eat what Nuannuan cooked instead. Hurry up and eat those firewood sticks you made."
