Susan glanced back and saw Ling Miao standing calmly in front of the pot, her expression serene, showing no sign of being affected.

She couldn't help but pinch her nose, trying to suppress the urge to itch, and quickly turned her head, fanning herself with her hand.

"I really don't know what Miaomiao's nose is made of?"

"It's usually incredibly sensitive, but it seems to have malfunctioned at this moment."

Hearing Susan's muffled voice, Rella couldn't help but glance at Ling Miao in the kitchen.

The other party remained calm and composed, unlike the disheveled state of the group.

"That's probably the difference between a chef and an assistant."

Rella sighed, "We still have a lot of practice to do."

As soon as she finished speaking, Susan lowered her hand from her nose, her expression returning to calm. Only the fine beads of sweat on her forehead and her flushed face revealed her unusual state.

Rella's brow twitched, and she quickly reached out to grab her.

The other person dodged her hand, looking at her with big, round cat-like eyes. "I'll get used to it eventually."

But it's not that early.

Rella opened her mouth, but swallowed the words that were about to come out.

Watching Susan's actions, she realized for the first time her determination.

The two of them learned to cook together from Susan, but she knew very well that she was only doing it for the food.

But Susan was different; she truly loved her job.

He even considers making delicious food his lifelong pursuit.

Every customer's satisfaction is Susan's requirement for herself, and now she can easily cook some simple home-style dishes.

And for every dish she prepared, she would secretly hide at the kitchen door to observe the diners' expressions.

As she pondered this, Rella sighed softly and swayed as she walked inside.

Although our initial intentions were different, we've fallen too far behind...

She has her pride too!