Upon hearing this, Chen Feng was momentarily stunned.
Which one did Lin Mengyao make?
Could it be that among these three dishes, there's one made by Lin Mengyao?
Thinking of this, Chen Feng looked up at Lin Mengyao, puzzled, and asked, "Did you make one of these?"
"Yes, one of them is made by me. Do you know which one?"
Lin Mengyao blinked her big eyes and said with a smile.
Seeing this, Chen Feng was also dumbfounded, question marks all over his forehead.
That can't be right!
He clearly remembered that Lin Mengyao's cooking skills were terrible!
He had tasted the dark cuisine she made last time.
The result almost sent him to the hospital for a stomach pump.
The taste was truly frightening.
It couldn't even be described as hard to swallow.
It was like a nightmare.
Just thinking about it made him want to vomit; the impression was very deep.
But the three dishes in front of him.
While not the epitome of deliciousness, they were quite nice.
At least they were edible.
