Nian Bing smiled and said, "Probably about seventy percent."
Ming Yuan sighed, "Even a seventy percent is something I cannot achieve. Culinary skills are endless, I hope you can make further progress in the future."
Nian Bing nodded his head, "That's also my goal. Don't worry, I will try my best." As he spoke, he channeled his magic power into the Spatial Ring on his finger, and ten magic scrolls appeared out of thin air in his hand along with a piece of paper. Each magic scroll was bound by a colored ribbon.
Nian Bing handed over the scrolls and the paper to Xue Jing, "These are the scrolls I promised, each one is the fruit of my labor. I have written down their usage on the paper, all are double magic scrolls. In times of danger, just open the scroll, and you can directly use it."
Xue Jing took the scrolls, but did not give them a single glance, her gaze was faintly glowing, she quietly said, "Are you really leaving?"