"I can't say it was all my doing, but I indeed played some irreplaceable roles,"
Liu Zheng said modestly.
"Hmph, I think you were merely an ingredient."
As expected of the head chef of Bloody Restaurant, Napoleon saw through the truth at a glance.
"You could see it that way. How's the taste?"
"Hmph, that has to be tasted to be known."
Napoleon said.
"Then please taste it."
Liu Zheng made a welcoming gesture.
"Salmon, bring me my soup spoon."
Napoleon shouted.
"Oh."
San Huamao dropped the veggies in its hand, grabbed a soup spoon, then came trotting over.
"Wow, this soup smells good, can I have some?"
It sniffed with its little nose and asked.
"You have to ask him, it's his soup."
Napoleon took the spoon and said.
"Liu Zheng, may I have your soup?"
San Huamao looked expectantly at Liu Zheng.
"Um... of course."
Seeing Napoleon's quasi-smiling expression, he could only say.
"You're really kind, I'll get you some dried fish later."
San Huamao said happily.
