Ye Qilan tried a sip of the soup and immediately furrowed his brow. The next moment, he spat it out.
This was undoubtedly the worst soup he had ever tasted—no competition!
"Tasty?" Su Hongxing asked gleefully, enjoying his misfortune.
Ye Qilan took a long moment before honestly replying, "It's awful."
What a pity that the soup he had spent hours stewing turned out to be so bad—a total waste of effort.
The worst part was, Su Hongxing probably had even less confidence in his cooking skills now.
"So, here's the truth: when it comes to cooking, you have zero talent. From now on, stop torturing yourself, and more importantly, stop torturing our stomachs." Su Hongxing shook her head with a laugh, pouring out all the soup he'd made.
After she finished pouring out the soup and turned around, she noticed that Ye Qilan's expression didn't look right.
