Just as she was about to take a bite to taste it, Zhan Nanqing suddenly started speaking, drawing her attention.
"The dish is indeed well-made, just not as good as Qiao Jing's," she said.
Qiao Jing lifted her eyes to look at Zhan Nanqing and, feeling helpless, tugged at the corner of her mouth.
Zhan Nanqing's personality was always blunt and straightforward, sometimes speaking without thinking and letting her words slip out directly.
Upon hearing Zhan Nanqing's words, Lou Xinrou's expression shifted subtly, and she seemed a bit downcast.
But at this moment, she dared not show much of a reaction and could only offer an awkward smile.
"Ah... as long as you find it delicious, that's good."
What did she mean that the meal she made was just a bit worse than Qiao Jing's?
Although she had eaten the food Qiao Jing made before, she believed her own cooking was not much inferior to hers, and even thought it tasted much better than Qiao Jing's, okay?!
