1134 The High Priestess' Prophecy

Jing Yuan had never thought that such delicious food could exist.

This dish was in a league of its own.

The ice cream in her mouth spread throughout her whole body in an instant. The smooth taste, the rich fragrance of the milk, and the unique flavor made her completely stunned.

"How is it possible for something to taste this good?!" 

She held the blue-and-white porcelain bowl and brought another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth.

After having a taste of Bu Fang's dish, she now understood why Chi Si would say that her dish seemed to have nothing special...

Indeed, it turned out that her dish was lackluster compared to this dish. Her dish had no amazing taste nor an impressive feeling. 

Still... she worked hard. She had used up all her energy to cook it, and she did the best she could.

Yet… it still ended like this.

She lost.

At her level, she was less qualified than Bu Fang to cook for the imperial feast.