Eventually, it was Zong Zhizhi who broke the silence.
His face a mix of confusion and speechlessness, "Yu, how do you plan to torment us this time?"
Xiao Yu's expression remained unchanged as he took the Western cutlery from Sheng Shushu and laid out a napkin, saying, "She thinks I love it."
Everyone abruptly turned to look at Sheng Shushu.
Chen Yu laughed, asking, "Sheng classmate, where did you hear that?"
After all, this was supposed to be a secret within their small circle.
Sheng Shushu certainly couldn't say that she especially liked it in her past life? Hence, even though she might be average at making other dishes, she had mastered these two dishes.
The housemaid at home generally left these two dishes for her to cook.
Because everyone's cooking has a different taste, the housemaid made them once, and after one bite, Xiao Yu could tell the difference.
He asked her, "It wasn't made by you?"
Sheng Shushu was astonished, "Can you really tell?"
