Ling Pingan picked up a piece of roast pork with his chopsticks.
He slowly put it into his mouth and chewed on it under Chiba Michiko's anxious and expectant gaze.
The fragrance of the meat bloomed in his mouth, bringing with it a slight hint of charred flavour.
However, the meat was very tender, without any dryness. It tasted very delicious.
Pingan nodded. "Not bad! You've improved your skills!"
When Michiko heard this praise, she was extremely excited. She immediately felt that all the hard work she had put in these past few days had not been in vain!
Hence, she bowed deeply.
Pingan, on the other hand, thought for a moment before continuing, "But... there are still quite a few flaws..."
"To tell you the truth, Michiko…"
"And I only used 50% of my taste skill this time!"
As an outstanding gourmet, Pingan's biggest problem since he was young was his sensitive tongue.