432 A Few Words

Fifteen minutes later, Xiaochong picked up some tomato omelet and stuffed them into his mouth.

"Delicious," he praised in satisfaction. "They don't know how to cook this. All they know is roasting and boiling. Besides, they sometimes have it either charred or covered in blood."

With that said, he took another bite of a slice of pizza and looked rather happy.

"This dish is very simple." Jiang Baimian deliberately suggested, "Why don't I teach them?"

The reason she took 15 minutes was that she still had to clean up the messy kitchen with Long Yuehong and Bai Chen.

Xiaochong hesitated for a moment. "Not for the time being. They can't learn it now either."

The Superior Heartless's intelligence can only be restored to such a level? Jiang Baimian pretended to sigh in disappointment. "Alright."