Long Taisheng was so angry that he wrote poems but I just recognized them.

You come over to make soup and talk to me.

He paused the spoon heavily into the pot and said, "Come on, teach me how to make soup, let me open my eyes today!"

"That's my secret skill? Why teach it to you!" Lin Yuelang looked slanted and despised him, "Besides, you may not be able to learn it!"

Long Taisheng almost fainted on the spot.

"Are you afraid that I won't learn? Do you think I'm a fool?" He roared angrily with his neck in his arms.

"Yes!" Lin Yuelang nodded seriously.

Damn! You really treat me like a fool!

Zhao Mengsi next to her couldn't help but laughed.

Long Taisheng couldn't stand it anymore.

"Master Lin, let me see how your soup is different from me..."

"At least it's better than the soup you made!"
Chapter completed!