Chapter 51 Little Yi's Recipe

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Wu Hen also gave Mingyi a thumbs-up, "Good job, keep your spirits up, don't embarrass us!"

Mingyi, being highly skilled and courageous, stepped up to the embroidery ball platform.

The crowd was a bit packed. She had gotten there late and missed out on a good spot.

Wu Hen lifted his head, his gaze fixed on the bride in the red veil who always had her back to them.

The bride's back, smooth and graceful, as pure as jade, for some reason gave the men a sweltering feeling as if in the dog days of summer, making them want to hang their tongues on that cool, comfortable jade sculpture...

But for some reason, Wu Hen kept hearing a strange sound coming from the bride, as if she were constantly grinding her teeth.

"Little Yi, what level is this ghost bride?" Wu Hen didn't feel very secure, so he tried communicating with Little Yi.

Hot dish?

What the heck is a hot dish?

Suddenly, Wu Hen couldn't understand what Little Yi was expressing.