In the following time, Jian Qing realized once again how poor her talent for cooking really was.
Rhee watched on the side, almost holding her hand to guide her.
"Little Qingqing, it's okay, it's okay to fail a few times." Rhee, dumbfounded, regains his composure and quickly reassures her.
Jian Qing coughed lightly, a hint of helplessness flashing in her eyes.
This was the tenth time. Failure is the mother of success, but it seemed she was about to become its grandmother.
"It's okay, auntie, let's leave it at that."
She picked out one of the many failed attempts that she felt was just okay, put the chocolate-filled mould on a plate and placed it into the freezer.
After all, everything was made from chocolate, so it couldn't taste that bad, right?
Right, that's what she would believe!
She comforted herself and then quietly waited for the chocolate to set.
Song Xirou glanced at Jian Qing out of the corner of her eye, a mocking and triumphant look flashed in her eyes.
