Min Dong smacked his lips and felt the rich taste that seemed to still linger in his mouth before he completely regained his senses.
"I think it's just my imagination. Why do I feel that the taste is much stronger than the chicken soup with dried shredded chicken? I told you to make it light, so it's probably my imagination." Although Min Dong felt that something was wrong, he didn't think much about it.
Of course, in the face of cui Ping's enquiring gaze, Min Dong was a little embarrassed. Fortunately, he had said that he would leave some for his wife to try. He had thought about it in his heart and did not say it out loud. Otherwise, it would be even more difficult for him to step down.
"Head chef Yuan's cooking skills are too good. I didn't pay attention and finished it," said Min Dong after he coughed twice.
