Ke Lian laughed dutifully: "You have to taste your own labor of love to know."
Ke Xing was happy at that moment and didn't suspect his disobedient little rascal suddenly had a change of heart. He eagerly began to eat. Then…
Ke Xing: Ugh...
Seeing Ke Xing, who was full of confidence about his dish just a moment ago, now wanting to retreat three feet away, Du Xixi and the others burst into laughter. Even Miao Miao covered her mouth, struggling to hold back her laughter under the big hood.
"Xixi, cooking really depends on the person." Ke Xing gulped down several mouthfuls of water delivered by 2569, finally feeling the overwhelming saltiness dissipate, "Say no more, Mo Ying's cooking is not bad, so why can't I do it? Does it depend on gender or something!"
