Qiao Wenxuan didn't expect that both Liang Xiaoyu and Gao Dazhuang would be unusually unanimous in their praise for Qin Tian's cooking skills.
Moreover, Gao Dazhuang was truly convinced.
She hesitated for a moment, glanced at Qin Tian, and finally stepped forward to the stove, picked up chopsticks, and began tasting each dish one by one.
Four dishes and one soup. Qiao Wenxuan tasted each one, and gradually, a smile appeared on her face, especially with the last dish covered in dried chili peppers. After just a few bites, the spicy and numbing sensation on her lips was irresistible, and she couldn't help but continue eating.
"Qin Tian, I've never had this dish before in my life. What's it called?"
Qiao Wenxuan pointed to the dish she couldn't get enough of and asked.
"Cold-eaten Rabbit."
Qin Tian said casually, "I saw you bought two slaughtered rabbits and thought of making this dish."
"Cold-eaten Rabbit?"
