Xu Feng promptly apologized for his remark, which offended Serena.
"Sorry, I didn't mean any offense." He said sincerely. He realized his reaction was overboard and indirectly insulted her skills.
For a chef, relying on MSG was the equivalent of requiring an aimbot in a FPS game to win the round.
Based on such a comparison, it was only natural that Serena didn't accept his apology on the spot.
"You think just a simple apology can make up for your outspoken accusation?" Serena narrowed her eyes and questioned.
"What do you want?" Xu Feng sighed deeply.
"You already know what I want."
"Fine, I can teach you those skills in the Divine World, but you must promise me something."
"Hoh, what do you want me to promise?" Amused, Serena's expression returned to normal. "It can't be that you want me to offer myself to you? If that's the case, then you have to work harder. At the very least, your cooking skills must be superior to mine."
