Everyone recovered after a few seconds, and the messages quickly flooded in again.
[The host is amazing! Her knifework is so steady that with just a few chops, she is done! With one look you can tell that she is a seasoned cook.]
[Like me, a handicapped who usually cuts cucumbers and always draws blood, when can I have such a handsome skill? I admire the host.]
[Upstairs, it's not that I want to burst your bubble. With your handicap level, I'm afraid that even before you have practiced the host's knife skills, you may have already chopped off your own hands.]
[Must you be so cruel?!]
Su Yayan looked at the messages on the screen and suddenly remembered that she had also developed supplementary knife skills before.
There were too many events happening during this time, so she did not even bother to try to address it beforehand. It would take a while for the soup to be ready, so why not...
