"Auntie, bring the bowl over."
Zhang Xiaowei snorted with disdain and beckoned to the auntie.
Seeing the auntie coming over, Lv Ruoxi quickly took the bowl and spoon from her hands.
Afterward, the auntie didn't leave.
She too was curious about how the pot of soup Zhang Xiaowei simmered would turn out.
The chef, holding back his annoyance, directly vented it on Zhang Xiaowei's head.
"You finished cooking the soup in just a few minutes? Even for the simplest white porridge, I'm afraid it wouldn't be ready, would it?"
To this, Zhang Xiaowei was not at all annoyed and retorted lightly, "The key to my soup is in the ingredients, not the cooking time. Even if I soaked the vegetables I brought in cold water, they'd still be delicious."
"Kid, you sure know how to boast. I'd like to see just how extraordinary your dish is!"
