But after eating ye Zhuo’s dishes, he didn’t feel anything when he saw song Chenyu cooking.
Compared to ye Zhuo’s dishes.
Song Chenyu’s five dishes could only be considered common meals.
“Chenyu, you’re really amazing!”
“These dishes look so delicious!”
“Chenyu, you can even become a chef!”
The three of them sat at the dining table and praised song Chenyu.
Song Chenyu smiled and said, “It’s just a few dishes. It’s nothing. Everyone has been hungry for a whole day. Let’s start eating.”
Lu Qi was the first to pick up the chopsticks and pick up a piece of green vegetable. He had just put it into his mouth.
His expression was a little subtle.
The taste of the dishes was indeed not bad.
But he seemed to have eaten a grain of sand.
It should be an illusion?
The taste of this dish was so good, how could there be sand?
Lu Qi tried to chew a few more times.
Crack crack --
It was not an illusion.
The sand stuck on his teeth, and it was very uncomfortable.