Ma Lu's mind flashed a name, "Are you talking about Sun Mei, the new student you just took in?"
"No, it's you."
"Huh?"
Ma Lu was stunned, "I am not unwilling to help, after all, if those Skulders really take over the Multiverse, everyone including me will die.
"But the problem is I can't cook, you know that, we've been roommates for so long and I've never even cooked once, even my instant noodle cooking skills are rusty now."
"That's true." Old Wang nodded.
"So... what use would adding me to the mix be? It surely can't just be about helping you build connections."
"Every great chef starts from zero."
"That's accurate, but isn't it a bit late to start cramming now, with the Multiverse about to be destroyed in two weeks?
"Even if I'm willing to start from scratch, the best I could reach is probably the level of Sand County Snacks, while any random chef from Shunde would do better than me, not to mention Sun Mei.