"You're back. The soup has just been boiled, so hurry up and sit down. We'll be able to eat soon." Zhou Ling walked out with the pot and called out to her and Mu Song.
As Liao Ning didn't have time to cook for the competition today, she wrote down the formula the day before and handed it to Zhou Ling, who had sworn that he could cook.
Initially, Liao Ning didn't have much hope that he would cook well, but as soon as she took a bite of the vegetables, she realized that his cooking was unexpectedly delicious.
"How is it?" Zhou Ling was a little nervous.
"Delicious, unexpectedly delicious!" Liao Ning praised generously.
Zhou Ling was in disbelief. "Really?"
"If you don't believe me, ask the cub and Mu Song."
Liao Nai and Mu Song nodded at him crazily.
Seeing that everyone really thought it was delicious, Zhou Ling was relieved. "That's good."
