Bai Qingqing couldn't help but throw a doubtful glance at Curtis, then at the pale-faced Muir next to him.
Bai Qingqing couldn't really ask about Muir's injuries in Curtis's presence, so she looked at Curtis and asked, "You made this?"
She knew Muir's culinary skills well. He had even learned how to roast meat from her. After they went separate ways, Muir had hurt his wings and probably didn't have the chance to learn further.
Therefore, these dishes were probably done by Curtis. However, wasn't the rate of improvement too fast?
"Things went very smoothly this time around. Have a taste." Although Curtis didn't wear many expressions on his face, his eyes were vaguely filled with anticipation.
Bai Qingqing picked up the chopsticks and tried a piece of braised meat, nodding as she said, "It tastes good."
