Only Fang Mo'er seemed to have substantial knowledge.
Everyone looked at Fang Mo'er.
Bai Rong's face was pale. She understood that if she continued to search for information and cook at the same time, it would be too late.
Fang Mo'er glanced at everyone and wiped her wet hands. "Alright, I will."
For a moment, the guests were relieved.
It wasn't that they could not cook according to the recipe. It was just that they were unfamiliar with the recipe and it was possible that what they produced would not even be able to pass.
So, Fang Mo'er walked over as the crowd surrounded her.
With Fang Mo'er's participation, everyone suddenly seemed to have developed a backbone.
Everything was in good order.
"The scene is finally comfortable. It had been just like a child playing house earlier. I was so anxious watching it."
