Xin Lin saw the three, and her eyes revealed understanding. It seemed the other party finally couldn't hold back; the fox was about to reveal its tail.
"Third Prince, it's good that you came. Look at Xin Lin, there are only two days left until the birthday feast, and the guests in the city have all arrived. She hasn't even prepared a menu. Isn't this just a perfunctory effort?"
Master Chen looked heartbroken.
"Xin Lin, without a menu, how can you be a Spiritual Delicacy Master? You won't participate in the Spiritual Banquet in two days. Yang Su, Master Yang, will replace you to host the birthday feast outside the palace."
Long Qingchen glanced at Xin Lin and sneered.
Such an important event as Father's fortieth birthday really shouldn't be entrusted to someone like Xin Lin.
What does she know about spiritual cuisine? Her baozi shop has been open until now with no business whatsoever.
