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"Ah?" Dashuang was taken aback and nodded, "Okay, as long as no one minds."
"We don't mind, we don't mind." It's all trash anyway, doesn't matter who cooks.
Cotton spoke up, "I'll take care of it."
"Oh."
Cotton put down the bowl, "This is pig slop, stop eating it."
Having said that, Cotton went downstairs, took some meat, some vegetables, and some flour from the refrigerator to the kitchen, and soon brought up a big pot of plain noodles.
Cotton set down the noodles, "I added some extra seasoning."
Everyone tried the soup out of curiosity and discovered that Cotton's seasoning skills were not inferior to those of Horse Soul, the professional chef. Cotton had also coated the meat slices with flour and marinated them for a while, which made them very tender and delicious when eaten.
