At the table, Leng Muchen and Anna sat face to face, looking at the dishes on the table. Anna was disgusted with the dishes and picked them with chopsticks. Everything tasted was either light, salty or spicy. Anyway, she was satisfied with the dishes.

Leng Muchen glanced coldly at Qin Yahuang standing beside him.'You're not happy to let you cook?'

"I don't have it." Qin Yafu shook her head. It was clear that they were deliberately picking on her. She had nothing to say.

"No? Then none of these dishes can be tasted!" As soon as Leng Muchen's words were finished, he shook his hands, and all the dishes on...