The light and mildly flavored carp seemed to have been injected into everyone's souls.
The faint white smoke carried an overbearing smell that engulfed the entire kitchen and the livestream broadcast room, shocking everyone.
After a few seconds of silence, a series of rumors started to appear. They were thick and fast, layer by layer.
Su Yayan's face was almost covered by the blanket.
[This fish… is amazing!]
[I cry as I eat. This fish is so delicious. It's fragrant and tender.]
[Every time I watch the host cook fish, I feel like I'm in a trance. It's the same fish, the same method, but why is the fish I make not as delicious as the host? Is what I lack this fish or this pair of hands? What I lack is the host!]
