[The Salt Prince has descended, brother. You just let him go. If nothing works, you can just use a fortune teller. Oh my god, what a waste of this pot of soup.]

[At this moment, Immortal Brother is like Meng Po who tasted Meng Po soup and completely forgot that he had already added salt, right?]

I was surprised by his confident expression.

[Where's Jiang Li? Jiang Li, come and stop Brother Xianren's evil deeds. He's repaying kindness with hatred.]

The people watching the live broadcast couldn’t see the comments, otherwise Jiang Li might have been able to save the soup cooked by Yan Muhuai.

It was time for dinner and everyone was supposed to bring their own dishes to the table. Before serving the pork rib soup, Yan Muhuai added salt again, fearing that it might not be tasty enough.

Ten people, ten dishes, each dish looks like it was prepared with great care, which makes people's appetites whetted.

In particular, there were no perfunctory cold dishes on the table, which made Hou Yu very satisfied.

After everyone sat down, no one knew who started the idea, but they asked the director team to try it first.

Hou Yu was not polite at all. He took a bowl and walked to the table, like an emperor choosing a concubine. Finally, his eyes fell on the lotus root and pork ribs soup that Yan Muhuai had personally stewed.

He likes to eat stewed lotus root very much. The lotus root in the pot in front of him is stewed pink and looks delicious.

"I'll eat this first." Hou Yu filled a large bowl.

The assistant in the queue behind him wanted to remind him, but Yan Muhuai was watching him closely, so he didn't dare to speak.

It was just Hou Yu's bad luck that he accidentally missed the scene of Yan Muhuai adding salt three times.

Hou Yu walked over with the hot soup, blew on it, and then took a big sip.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely clear "yue" sound was heard by everyone.