Splashed in the Face

In other words, Lin Wanwan couldn't compare to her.

"Yu Mansen?" Ai Ying smiled and didn't say anything.

Fu Wanyi's lips curved up slightly.

If she didn't remember wrongly, Yu Mansen had asked to see Ai Ying for a month consecutively, wanting her to accept him as her apprentice.

As Lin Wanwan's die-hard fan who'd always supported her unconditionally, Ruan Baoer suggested, "Why don't Sister Ball make the braised pork ball dish as well? We can do a taste test, then make a judgment. It'll be clear who the winner is then!"

Lin Wanwan was speechless. Why were they competing out of the blue?

"Ok!"

Before Lin Wanwan could say anything, Feng Xiaowei nodded. Lin Wanwan could only enter the kitchen.

After a while, the people in the dining room could hear the sound of meat being chopped.

Half an hour later, Lin Wanwan served a plate of braised pork balls out.