In the area.
Several guests were praising Zhou Jingming for his cooking skills.
Left out, Liu Qiang stood to the side like an outsider, unable to help with anything.
She could even mix old and tender vegetables together and couldn't recognize all the types of green vegetables.
Standing by Zhou Jingming's side, she would just add to the chaos.
In the end, Zhou Jingming asked her to stand outside, and she felt wronged to the point of tears.
[Damn, I really want to strangle Liu Biao.]
[It's affecting my enjoyment of watching Dancing King Zhou cook. Liu Biao, step back...]
Liu Qiang's manager was pinching his phone, his expression fierce, wishing he could rush in and wake up his artist.
Bored, Shen Yan sat to the side and finally walked over, "Is there anything I can help with?"
Zhou Jingming looked up from the long table and met Shen Yan's gaze, smiling, "You are the Ying family, just sit and wait to eat! Do you like braised lion head meatballs?"
