บท 924: Some Things Can't Be Compared

The sweet and sour spare ribs were almost done twice, and the second time was only barely edible with Qiao Mianmian's help.

When dinner was ready, Qiao Mianmian was really hungry.

In the end, she made four dishes and a soup.

One sweet and sour spare ribs, two steaks, and two dishes were all prepared by Qiao Mianmian alone.

Mo Yesi walked out of the kitchen in defeat.

No matter how unwilling he was to admit it, he had to admit that he wasn't talented in cooking.

It seemed like a simple dish, but it wasn't the case for him.

Even though he followed the recipe step by step, its appearance and taste were barely satisfactory.

He almost set the kitchen on fire.

This was the first time he'd failed in his first try, and it was in front of Qiao Mianmian too. It was embarrassing.

After all, it was a very simple thing for him to say.

She didn't expect him to slap his face so quickly.