Qi Nan and a middle-aged chef stood in front of the table.
The middle-aged chef pointed to one of the Chinese soup dishes and said, "Miss Tiqie, this is a new dish I've recently developed. Could you take a look and tell me if there's anything lacking?"
In the presence of others, Tiqie Eriina exuded an air of regal authority, gracefully scooping a bit of the clear fish soup with a spoon and a bowl. After taking a sip, she closed her eyes slightly and sat back in her chair, plunging the small room into silence.
Xia Yu quietly returned, and the middle-aged chef merely glanced at him.
"Fish head soup?" Tiqie Eriina opened her eyes. "Besides the fish head, are there any other main ingredients for umami?"
"Yes, actually, this is Nine Fresh Soup. Miss Tiqie, please taste it carefully."
The middle-aged chef appeared unremarkable at first glance, but his eyes burned with intensity, his spirit was strong, and his countenance was filled with confidence in his creation.
"No need."
