The forest was fragrant with delicious aromas.
Wafting through the air, wave after wave, it tantalized the taste buds.
"Fu Ning's cooking skills are surprisingly good," Feng Qihe said, extremely content.
He had rapidly consumed half of a large pot of food on his own.
Fortunately, Chu Qianli didn't eat much; otherwise, there wouldn't have been enough for him.
Fu Ning added more dishes for Chu Qianli, set down the serving chopsticks, and said in a low voice, "It's not that my skills are good, it's that the ingredients themselves are high quality. I merely processed them a bit."
The ingredients that the young lady provided were already semi-finished products; her responsibility was just to cook them.
Beef chunks, ribs, smoked sausage, followed by various vegetables like enoki mushrooms, shiitake mushrooms, potatoes, and tofu puffs, and finally some greens were added, several varieties of them, no less.
