I ate as much salt as Wangtianya for a month in one bite, which is really incredible.
"Ahem, that, that, hehe, I used it wrong." Luo Yu looked at Wanghou with a very embarrassed smile on his face.
It's all my fault that the servants who did this didn't talk to her.
The attendants who received Luo Yu's gaze felt extremely aggrieved.
Seeing Luo Yu use it so deftly and confidently, everyone thought she was a chef, knowing that she would even admit mistakes in the most basic things.
Turning his head around, Luo Yu looked at Feng Wuxin with hope: "Wuxin, there will be nothing wrong with your steam pot chicken.
I made it exactly according to the recipe." Of course, this is the recipe in memory.
"Recipe?" Feng Wuxin heard this, glanced at the steam pot chicken on his chopsticks, and looked at Luo Yu with anxiety: "Aren't these your specialty dishes?"
Upon hearing this, Luo Yu shook his head and said: "I have never cooked before, how can I be good at it? This is my first time today. I have some shortcomings. Please be patient and bear with me."
"What, the first time?" Feng Wuxin was shocked.
Who said that Luo Yu is a chef and the food he makes is amazingly delicious?
Damn it, they've strayed into the wolf's den.
Everyone at the table focused their attention on Xiao Yin and Xiao Hong.
Xiao Yin's face was filled with grievances. The barbecue made by Luo Yu was delicious. Who knows her other...
"Feng Wuxin." In this grievance, Yun Shitian glanced at Feng Wuxin coldly. That look was so coercive.
Feng Wuxin suddenly became turbulent in the wind.
Looking at Luo Yu who looked at him full of hope, and looking at Yun Shitian who looked at him full of threats, Feng Wuxin looked like the wind was rustling and Yi Shuihan said he risked his life and ate.
A piece of plump steam pot chicken is thrown into your mouth.
Well, it tastes good. Although it is not comparable to any chef, there is nothing wrong with it.
Feng Wuxin secretly evaluated it and felt that it was not dangerous, and then bit it...
"Crack." But after hearing a rattling sound, Feng Wuxin let out a wolf howl: "Ouch, my teeth..."
The breeze blew by outside the window, making a rustling sound.
The whole table was silent, Yun Qiong was silent here, and then Feng Wuxin was on his feet, slowly stretched out his chopsticks and took a chopstick towards the stewed chicken in the pot.