"Hmm~ this drunken chicken is so flavorful! Chewy yet tender! Haitang, your cooking skills have improved again!"
Skeptical as they might be, the food still had to be eaten.
Yan Weiwei gnawed on a chicken leg, giving a thumbs-up.
Lin Haitang picked up her chopsticks, tasted a bite, and couldn't help but look up at Meng Lang with a strange expression in her eyes.
"Hmm... the chicken is prepared really well... "
Does being skilled in medicine mean one's cooking is also excellent?
What kind of bizarre combination of skills had this guy mastered?
Could it be that what I saw the first time I went to his house, the pot of black mush... was actually him simmering herbal medicine?
Meng Lang tasted it too and was quite satisfied.
Some things might seem ordinary at first, but slowly, he realized that the best arrangements were often those left to him by his brothers...
...
Weibo.
