Lu Yan looked at Zhang Ling's accusatory and sad face in embarrassment and said weakly, "I'm sorry. This is the first time I've cooked so formally in my life. Let's let this be considered a work injury. I'll compensate you."
Zhang Ling was delighted when he heard that there was compensation. If it was cash compensation, he could even give his little piggy an extra meal.
Zhang Ling went forward and pulled Lu Yan to the side to discuss compensation.
Lin Yin turned to Mu Heng and smiled. "Brother Mu Heng, do you want to try Yang Xue's cooking?"
Mu Heng glanced at Zhang Ling, who was holding Lu Yan's hand and chattering. Then, he retracted his gaze and looked at the dish in Lin Yin's hand. He had lingering fears and chose to remain silent.
