Chen Ze sat in the kitchen, propping his chin up in his hands, idly daydreaming, feeling as though he might turn into a mushroom during this time.
Growing quietly in this place and then dying, after all, it was really too boring.
Chen Ze had gone to the basement several times to check on his paper, the results of which still couldn't be determined, but it didn't look appealing at all.
Indeed, the ancient paper Chen Ze made wasn't very pretty or neat; it belonged to the type you'd worry about being too rough even to wipe your butt with.
"Tsk, tsk, would chicken wrapped in this paper even taste good? Why do I feel like it's a trap?" Chen Ze was somewhat worried, but thinking it was his first attempt, he didn't care too much.
After all, where were there lost recipes that were perfect on the first try? If he'd succeeded on his first attempt, Chen Ze would have doubted whether he was indeed the so-called chosen one.
