"Oh." Yang Biao nodded, stretched out his fingers, and mixed it in the juice under the fish...

"..." Fang Jifan thought that he should have chopsticks, but...

He felt chills in his heart.

The juice was stained on Yang Biao's fingers, and Yang Biao put his fingers into his mouth and sucked them.

Fang Jifan looked at Yang Biao nervously.

Yang Biao licked his fingers, his face was silent for a long time, took out his fingers, smacked his lips, and suddenly said, "It smells so good... Haha, haha, I, Old Yang, can cook too, come, come and try it out, see if it tastes delicious."

"My benefactor, come and try it."

Fang Jifan was silent for a long time before saying, "Be good, don't make trouble, my benefactor is sick, you can't eat fish."

Then, Fang Jifan looked at Wen Yansheng.

Wen Yansheng wanted to die, but obviously this was his own recipe. Even if something made by a fool like Yang Biao could be eaten, it tests the success or failure of his recipe.

Wen Yan stubbornly, took the chopsticks, carefully pushed a piece of fish away, took a deep breath, looked at Fang Jifan with resentment, and put the fish into his mouth.

He chewed patiently.

In his mouth... the aroma of the ingredients and fish mixed with them stimulated his taste buds.

The taste is not bad.

"Not bad!" Wen Yansheng nodded and showed a relieved smile: "It's really good. Marquis Dingyuan can come and try it."

Wen Yansheng dances with her eyebrows.

Fang Jifan shook his head: "Next time."

Success.

Wen Yansheng then spit out the fish, then took water and rinsed his mouth, then said happily: "The effect of this ingredients is much better than I imagined, haha..."

Fang Jifan still felt a little confused. It was not that Lao Wang was selling melons and boasting about himself.

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Chapter completed!