Little Genius

Xiaoguo looked at the expressions of the two chefs and laughed. "That's too exaggerated."

"Sigh… Madam, it's not an exaggeration at all." The fat chef shook her head. "If it weren't for my strong willpower, I would have finished the soup long ago."

The old cook nodded in agreement. This was not a lie at all. She did not know what kind of spices were added to the pot. It was clearly bone soup, but she had never made anything that smells like that.

"All right. We'll prepare the noodles and balls now."

"Okay!"

The two chefs spoke loudly. In fact, they could not wait to participate in the process of creating novel food.

Xiaoguo handed the meatballs and noodles to the two chefs while she prepared the potato noodles. As the potato noodles were not easy to process, it was more convenient for her to make them herself.