"I want it too." The female chef said hurriedly.

Half a minute later, everyone had a sip of the soup, their eyes lit up, and they praised each other.

Only Jiang Li was at a loss but didn't dare to speak.

"Where is fried rice, let's try it too." The female chef said playfully.

"Ah." Jiang Li pushed the plate and saw them scooping over each of them. Then, he smashed it down with praise, and Jiang Li was stunned.

He couldn't help but look up, and just met Master Wang Wu's face.

It was pure satisfaction on his face.

It turns out that the master also thought it tastes delicious.

Jiang Li stood up row by row with goosebumps all over his body, feeling like he was entering a ghost story.

He even pinched his thighs, trying to confirm that he was not dreaming.

Why? Why can’t he eat what others can eat?

What went wrong?

Is it my problem, mental problem, or tongue problem?

The world seemed to be twisted in an instant, and the air seemed to be drained. Jiang Li restrained himself and did not breathe heavily, but his back was soaked in sweat.
Chapter completed!