When Shi Yaoguang was preparing the chestnut braised chicken, Quan Feifei just glanced impatiently.
In her opinion, there was no way Shi Yaoguang could achieve anything, so she didn't pay much attention.
It wasn't until Shi Yaoguang brought the chestnut braised chicken to the table and the faint aroma of the chicken mixed with chestnuts wafted out from the edges of the pot lid that Quan Feifei's expression finally changed.
She looked at Shi Yaoguang as if facing a formidable enemy, with an expression of disbelief.
"You, how could you..."
Shi Yaoguang deliberately pretended not to understand what she meant and asked curiously, "How could I what?"
As she said this, she blinked her eyes, "Does Miss Quan have any questions?"
Quan Feifei gritted her teeth, "Didn't you say you couldn't cook?"
Shi Yaoguang maintained a serious expression, "Yes, that's right."
She openly declared, "Compared to a real chef, I'm still quite inferior."
