After Yan Ruyi left, Lu Jingli casually opened the container with the pork rib soup.
Even though the skills of the Old Residence's chef were not bad, he had long gotten tired of eating it. He felt like it tasted the same as the cooking from restaurant chefs. However, the standard of their soup was still pretty good.
Thus, Lu Jingli brought a spoonful of it to his mouth but he immediately spat it out just as soon as he drank it. "My God! This is so horrible! Is she trying to trick me? Is she sure this was made by the kitchen in the old residence?"
Ning Xi took a sip and said, "It's alright. Even though it's not that great, it's still okay. You're just being too picky, aren't you?"
Lu Tingxiao looked at the soup without saying anything.
