"I didn't expect the professor's cooking skills to be this good."
Although they hadn't started using the utensils yet, the steak made by Ye Mubai was already a success in terms of color and aroma.
And the plated spaghetti looked quite appealing, very appetizing.
"I can't afford to be careless in front of you," Ye Mubai replied casually, then handed the knife and fork to Su Ge.
"Why in front of me? Isn't the professor's cooking always this good?"
Su Ge didn't quite understand his words, cut a piece of steak and took a bite, the texture was indeed impressive.
The color, aroma, and taste were all perfect, a complete hundred.
"How is it?"
Looking up, Ye Mubai seemed a bit anxious, waiting for her feedback.
"It's great. Doesn't the professor have any self-awareness of his cooking skills? It's completely at a five-star chef level."
Listening to Su Ge's remarks, Ye Mubai was initially taken aback, and then suddenly burst into laughter.
