He's here today and can be a judge of her cooking.

Huo Bei-cheng looked at the little woman longing for her eyes, like a pet dog, with a slight movement of her thin lips, and took up the soup.

That's all.

Even if it's hard to drink, it won't poison you.

Suguan a happy, busy pass up the soup.

He spooned it into his mouth.

Although it doesn't sell well, it tastes much better than before.

Yeah, it's just normal, absolutely not delicious.

At least -- it's down the throat.

Her cooking is still touching.

"Are you sure that's what you've been studying cooking for years?" Huo Beipei made a...