Waiting and waiting, Jing Shu finally came over with the noodles. They smelled good, very fragrant, but not the natural aroma that wafts from cooked food, more like the scent of spices.
Gu Ning was a bit curious.
But he thought about how a chef's ingredients are different from what ordinary people use, so it's not unusual for the food to have some peculiar flavors. He shouldn't act all surprised and unsophisticated.
He looked at the bowl placed in front of him by Jing Shu, still with a lid on it, and calmly praised, "Commandery Princess, your noodles smell wonderful."
Jing Shu looked at the bowl of noodles and said with a smile, "Really? I think so too, but Qiu Ju, that girl, said otherwise. I told her she has a bad nose."
Qiu Ju: "......"
Jing Shu: "These noodles obviously smell great, too bad you can't smell it, Qiu Ju."
Qiu Ju: "............"
