Marquis Lang Gu was screaming. As the plume of white steam hit him in the face, a rich aroma erupted out of it and wrapped his head, plunging him into the world of delicious food.
The onlookers were confused. Xiao Ai's tiny nose twitched uncontrollably. As the steam kept gushing out, the aroma gradually enveloped the entire restaurant and even drifted out the door. It was so rich that it seemed to penetrate through the skin and made one shudder.
Xiao Ai turned to look at Bu Fang. With his hands clasped behind his back and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, he was beaming with confidence. For some reason, she thought he looked handsome at this moment.
Nethery, on the other hand, puckered up her lips. She had believed in Bu Fang from the very beginning. Ever since their journey started in the Hidden Dragon Continent, Bu Fang had cooked countless dishes, and she had never seen him suffer even once.
