Invisible Posturing is the Most Fatal
Editor: Atlas Studios
Song Ci had put in a lot of effort into making this steak today.
Song Ci's culinary skills were not bad, especially when she was cooking seriously. The food she made was even more delicious. Han Zhan finished a steak in big bites, wiped his mouth, and said, "It's delicious, another one."
Song Ci didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "We'll eat later. Otherwise, when the guests come and others eat, will you sit aside and eat air?"
Han Zhan could only continue to starve.
After pouring a glass of water, Han Zhan asked Song Ci, "What can I do?"
"You know your own condition. Help yourself."
"Okay."
Song Ci wanted to make cream mushroom soup, so Han Zhan stood aside and cut the mushrooms. The two of them worked together to make the mushroom soup, and Song Ci's stick bread was also done roasting.
Han Zhan put on heat-resistant gloves and took out the staff.