Lin Jing couldn't help but smile bitterly:
"Fine..."
At this moment, Li Qingqing, who was standing nearby, sized up Lin Jing before turning her head to ask Huang Qingling:
"Does Lin Daoyou also know how to cook?"
"Of course...," Huang Qingling said, naturally.
"Lin Daoyou, how good is his cooking?" Li Qingqing asked.
"Let's just say, he could give the chefs at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion a run for their money..."
"Really?"
"Then someday I must try Brother Lin's cooking skill," Li Tangyu spoke up.
"Count me in too!" Zhang Yuan chimed in at that moment.
"You flatter me, Daoyou Qingling. My cooking skills are decent, but they can't compare with the chefs of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion."
"Words are superfluous. In a few days, all of you come over and let him show you..."
Huang Qingling decided then and there.
"Alright...," everyone responded in agreement.
......
After the banquet had ended, everyone dispersed.
