Chapter 21: Who Truly Knows the Meal Before Them? No One Is Ordinary!
After saying this, Meng Ziyi hung up the phone. When the other party called again, she immediately added them to the blacklist.
Then, narrowing her eyes, she looked at Chu Fei and Shen Miaoyu and spoke in a commanding tone, “Where have you two been?”
Shen Miaoyu’s aura was suppressed by Meng Ziyi. She hurriedly explained everything that had happened at the Cheng family.
After listening, Meng Ziyi raised an eyebrow at Chu Fei, “From now on, wherever you go, report to me. Do you hear me, young man?”
“Yes, Third Senior Sister,” Chu Fei replied obediently, then sniffed the air and suddenly looked a bit disgusted.
“In broad daylight, who uses the bathroom without closing the door?”
Shen Miaoyu smelled it too. A strange and unusually unpleasant odor wafted from the dining table.
Secretary Jin, wearing an apron, had just brought out the dishes from the kitchen and heard Chu Fei’s comment. Her face immediately darkened.
“Is that polite?” she demanded.
Meng Ziyi didn’t like takeout, so Secretary Jin had no choice but to cook herself. But her culinary skills were, frankly, beyond description.
While others strive for color, aroma, and taste in their cooking, Secretary Jin’s food abandoned all three.
Chu Fei stared at the array of dubious dishes on the table and asked, “Is this even edible?”
“What nonsense! You haven’t even tried it, how do you know it tastes bad?” Secretary Jin protested.
“That’s right, you shouldn’t judge Secretary Jin’s cooking without trying it first!” Shen Miaoyu defended.
She felt it was unfair; after all, Secretary Jin had put effort into preparing the meal. How could they dismiss it without tasting? Wouldn’t that make her efforts go to waste?
“At least Miss Shen appreciates quality!” Secretary Jin warmed to Shen Miaoyu, adjusting her glasses. “Don’t judge by appearances. The taste is absolutely fine!”
“Come on, Miss Shen, have a taste!”
Under Secretary Jin’s enthusiastic urging, Shen Miaoyu had no choice but to pick up her chopsticks and try a bite.
She then looked at Secretary Jin with seriousness and said delicately, “You did well, Secretary Jin. Let’s just pretend I never tasted it, and please don’t cook again.”
“Is it really that bad?” Secretary Jin still didn’t believe it and called out to Meng Ziyi, “Miss, please be the judge!”
Meng Ziyi finally walked over, displeased. “How many times have I told you not to call me Miss? Call me President Meng!”
“All right, Miss!” Secretary Jin pressed, “Please try it and help me put that brat in his place!”
Meng Ziyi took a bite and said, with utmost seriousness, “What you’ve made sits between delicious and inedible.”
“And that means?”
“It’s really, really bad.”
She promptly spat it out with a napkin.
Secretary Jin staggered back a few steps, deeply wounded as she looked at Meng Ziyi—the person she respected most had hurt her the most!
“I’ll do it,” Chu Fei said helplessly, heading for the kitchen.
Shen Miaoyu was surprised. “You can cook?”
“At least I don’t serve anyone a pile of crap,” Chu Fei replied without turning around.
Secretary Jin, furious, shouted, “Are you ever going to stop?!”
Chu Fei ignored her, took ingredients from the fridge, and started cooking.
Watching Chu Fei busy in the kitchen, Secretary Jin remained unconvinced. “I don’t believe his cooking is any better than mine—it’s surely worse!”
But soon, steaming dishes were brought to the table one after another.
Secretary Jin looked at Chu Fei’s food, then at hers. The contrast was painful.
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