Linfeng put a bowl of fish soup in front of his Young Miss. It was still smoking hot and its fragrance made people's mouth water.
The rest of the people in their table collectively took in a deep breathe to savor the fragrance. Then, they bowed and began wolfing down their food.
Linfeng did not immediately eat. He sat down beside his Young Miss. He knew that the soup he cooked was delicious, after all, he had trained his cooking skill quite a bit. Still, he could not help but feel a bit nervous as he watched Xiong Zhi take the spoon.
He was looking forward to hearing his Young Miss's praise.
Xiong Zhi blew on it first and then took a sip.
The fragrant warm soup entered her mouth, tickling her taste buds. She was immediately drowned by the milky taste. It was so good! She could taste the blend of flavors of the fish itself and the ingredients added, yet the fish soup was not fishy at all. It had a faintly creamy yet refreshing taste.
