Descend of a Heavenly God

The Eagle Guards scattered in fear.

In the blink of an eye, the door was empty.

The fat chef and his disciples were also shocked. They rushed forward to greet him.

"Greetings, Your Highness."

Yu Niaoniao took the time to look at Xiao Juan.

"Why did you come, Your Highness?"

Before Xiao Juan could answer, she quickly looked away and continued cooking.

Xiao Juan had never been ignored like this.

Scowling, he walked over. "I thought you said you're teaching them how to cook. Why are you cooking yourself?"

Everyone present could tell that Prince Lang was not in a good mood.

Everyone was trembling with fear, afraid that Prince Lang would flare up.

Only Yu Niaoniao did not feel anything. Her mind was focused on cooking.

"It's useless to just learn passively. You have to see it done. I'm demonstrating it to them myself. It's better than saying it ten times."