Wrong
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"No, I'll go," He Ning said firmly.
Then, without caring about what the others were thinking, he took the flashlight and walked towards the kitchen.
In less than two minutes, he came out with four dishes and placed them on the wedding table.
According to the announcement, they had to sit down to eat after the food was served. Everyone sat down on the benches around the table. However, there was no prompt in the secret room that the problem was solved correctly, and there was no movement around them.
After a minute, He Sui said, "Second brother, did you take the wrong one?"
If he took the right dish, how could he not pass?
He Ning frowned. "How many of the dishes in the cabinet match the dishes on the stove? How many don't? It's so simple. How could I take the wrong ones?"
"Xiao Yi, did you take the buns from the stove or the cabinet?" He looked at Cheng Yi.
"Second brother, do you mean I took the wrong one?" Cheng Yi panicked.