Watanabe Hideaki ate delicately, took a sip of the spicy soup with a small spoon, and said: "It's really delicious, no wonder they wanted more after a big bowl. How can it taste so good, what exactly is this?"
Ling Zhenfei said: "You, the top chef of Japanese Chinese cuisine, don't even know the most common breakfast on the great land of China?"
Watanabe Hideaki said embarrassedly: "Mr. Ling, please don't make fun of me. That was my overconfidence. Let's quickly take this breakfast to let them try it. It's really delicious."
Ling Zhenfei thought for a moment and said: "You go ahead. I have other things to do, so I'll take my breakfast back to the room and eat it there."
Watanabe Hideaki said: "Are you mad at my father?"
Ling Zhenfei was taken aback and said: "Why would I be mad at him?"
Watanabe Hideaki with a knowing look said: "I know everything. When my father first invited you, he said he would give you the Heaven-Devouring Divine Cloth after you cured the illness.
