In the end, Liang Liqin didn't even know how skilled his mentor was in cooking. After all, he only became an apprentice because he valued Bai Jing's status, not his culinary skills, and thus never delved into it deeply.
Shaking his head in frustration, Bai Jing's complexion was even paler now, truly living up to the name "Bai Jing."
Although Bai Jing had reluctantly agreed to let everyone taste his Four Joys Fortune Bag, this time the commoners refused, and a flurry of sarcastic and scornful remarks burst forth.
"Oh, let us eat? We don't have such a grand face! We are mere commoners; how could we afford to taste the dish personally cooked by the grand Sir Imperial Chef?"
"This thing looks too exquisite; I'm afraid to eat it. My humble life is fit for eating chaff and wild vegetables. If my stomach couldn't handle this and started a ruckus, then what? Should we ask Sir Imperial Chef for silver tael to cure it?"
