章 2045: A Bowl Of Exquisitely Made Sichuan Spicy Wontons In Red Oil

Irina ate a small mouthful of the black soil fried rice, and swallowed it forcefully, ignoring her stomach's discomfort.

"Mm-hm, not bad." Irina drank a glass of water and nodded with a complex expression.

She hadn't eaten such horrible food for a long time.

The last time…

Perhaps it was when she had tasted her own cooking.

It had been a bison as huge as a small mountain.

It had been roasted into ashes eventually.

The taste of it when eaten with rice…

She still felt a discomfort in her tummy thinking of it right now.

This soil fried rice made by Amy indeed had the essence of her cooking.

Annie heard their praises, and picked up the spoon expectantly to feed herself a spoonful of fried rice.

Her eyes widened slowly as she stared at Mag and Irina with suspicion. She resembled a little fawn that was deceived with her bright eyes.