They ultimately didn't dare to eat those indescribable dishes.
It was Xinlin who personally took to the kitchen and simply made three dishes and a soup.
Although they were all simple dishes, they were colorful, fragrant, and delicious.
Ke Jin ate three large bowls in one go.
This allowed Xinlin to take another step toward becoming the perfect girl in his heart, nearly reaching the threshold of Sacred Xinlin.
It was at this moment that he suddenly heard Ke Yu ask beside him.
"Bro, whose cooking is better, mine or Xinlin's?"
Ke Jin was startled.
Then he looked at Ke Yu in disbelief.
How could such a question come from your mouth?
"Hmm, each has its own merits," mumbled Ke Jin ambiguously.
After the meal, they took a short rest.
Ke Jin had intended to rest, but Ke Yu wouldn't stop chattering beside his ear, insisting on going to mold that blasted clay.