Now that the judges were done tasting Ye Xieren's dish, it was Lu Xinyi's turn to present her entry. Her calmness had smartly concealed her nervousness for her dish. Everyone might be fooled by her facade, but her husband knew well that Lu Xinyi hadn't made a squid ink pasta just by looking at her.
Shen Yi placed a hand on Shen Yuyan's head as the girl sat on his lap while Shen Zhichen stood and tip-toed on the railing separating the VIP seats from the kitchen counters where Lu Xinyi and Ye Xieren were. His wide eyes were staring at his adoptive mother's dish, amazed that she could make black noodles.
"Yuyan, look at Mommy's black spaghetti," he called his twin sister.
"Gege! That's not spaghetti!" Shen Yuyan corrected her brother. She then tugged Shen Yi's sleeve to get his attention. "Daddy, won't it be bitter?"
Shen Yi raised a brow at her. "Why do you think it will be bitter?"
