Mission accomplished, Lin Li was very satisfied.
Actually, the dishes I made aren't really "chef-god" level, not that exaggerated, probably just the level of an ordinary cook.
After all, in the eyes of the system, it's just a talent that doesn't make it onto the [panel].
As for making some fancy dishes now, I'd just mess it up.
Perhaps another reason is that Ding Sihan never expected much from Lin Li.
As the saying goes, if hope is great, hope will be great; so if hope is small, hope will be small.
And Lin Li's performance naturally easily exceeded Ding Sihan's expectations.
Rounding off, Lin Li also played the role of a man of contradictions.
"Didn't secretly insult you, isn't it all open insults?" Hearing Lin Li ask this, Ding Sihan spread out her hands, appearing somewhat innocent.
Lin Li: "..."
Unashamedly saying that calling myself a chef-god was intentional.
Wait a minute.
System, you tell your dam, which part is she sincerely? Hmm? Speak!
