Gong Beiming seemed to ponder for a long time before he finally picked up the large ladle from the frying pan, "This one!"
Chi Xiaoyu looked at the enormous ladle and suddenly burst into laughter.
She was bent over with laughter.
"What are you laughing at!!"
"Ouch, hey, I can't take it anymore, Gong Beiming, you have to let me laugh for a while!"
Chi Xiaoyu laughed joyously, while Gong Beiming had a face full of dark lines.
"What are you laughing about? What's so funny, stop laughing! Baby Chi, I'm warning you, if you laugh again, I'm going to get violent with you."
Chi Xiaoyu gradually stopped laughing, and finally smoothed the smile from her face.
"Alright, alright, I'll stop laughing! I just found out why you failed, dummy, the spoon mentioned in the book is a small spoon, yours is too big."
"Hmph, your husband just likes everything in large sizes, what about it!"
"Fine, fine, but if you reduce the salt in your egg wrapped rice by a quarter, it'll definitely taste good!"
