Listening to Su Qingnuan's inquiry, Fu Yanfei slowly opened her eyes and looked at Qin Chuan.
"That's right, there are indeed roses, but apart from roses, there are a few other flowers I deliberately chose."
As Qin Chuan said this, the expression on his face grew increasingly proud.
This recipe was something he had accidentally discovered and improved upon.
After several failures, Qin Chuan still felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment from mastering the formula behind it.
Especially when sharing it with Fu Yanfei, it was even more satisfying.
Fu Yanfei, however, wasn't interested in how it was made.
She was simply struck by the realization that Qin Chuan, as a doctor, actually had such capabilities.
"Why didn't I realize earlier that you have the ability to improve your cooking skills?"
"If you uncovered everything about me, wouldn't that leave no room for surprises?"
