He grabbed Shen Yaning, his eyes full of...pity.

Shen Yaning: “…”

"Third brother, what's wrong with you?"

"Little sister, do you have any other amazing recipes?" Shen Xiaoming's eyes were filled not only with pity but also with anticipation. With a pair of panda eyes, he looked at his sister with hope.

"Ah—I don't have any more. I only have a few cookbooks. Except for the one in Han Ting's hand, I gave them all to you."

Shen Xiaoming's eyes dimmed instantly. It seemed like God was going to kill him!

"What's wrong, Third Brother?"

Shen Xiaoming was slightly stunned and explained: "Sister, my third brother is participating in this year's cooking competition and has already made it to the finals. Now in the final competition, I don't know what to use as the main dish."

The other person is a Westerner, so you can't make something too ordinary.

However, he has used almost all the dishes available on the market over the years and has participated in competitions with them all.

He has no hope this year.

"But, medicinal food is usually soup or something like that." This can't be the main dish.

"Some medicinal foods can be used as main dishes, but I haven't researched them yet."

Si Hanting suddenly said, "I'll lend you the cookbook Ningning gave me. I also have a few out-of-print cookbooks. I'll have Si Chen give them to you. You can refer to them."

"real?"

"Um."

"I knew you were loyal!" Shen Xiaoming excitedly slapped Si Hanting's right arm, but was blocked by Shen Yaning.