At the dinner table, everyone was chatting happily.
Everyone was talking about their own interesting things. With Huang Sanshi and he rihuo, the two warm-up experts, it was not so awkward to talk about.
Ning Fei spoke less and listened more. He had never liked being the main character in a dinner conversation.
“Wow, this fish meatball is too delicious!”
Zhang Xiaofeng picked up a fish meatball and put it into his mouth. He felt that the fish meatball was particularly elastic and full of juice. It tasted especially good when he bit into it.
The others also picked up the food and praised it.
“The fish with tomato juice is also very delicious.”
“Oh my god, it’s really delicious.”
“The soup is also very fresh. The tofu is so tender.”
Everyone was praising Ning Fei and Huang Sanshi’s cooking skills. Only Peng Xiaochang didn’t say anything. He turned into a heartless dry rice machine and started to eat heartily, filling his mouth with food.