However, the moment the dish touched his taste buds, Chen Yu's expression involuntarily changed.
"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!" Chen Yu quickly spat out the food in his mouth, staring at Yang Yue in astonishment. "What... what kind of junk is this?"
Upon seeing this, Yang Yue was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, almost laughing until tears streamed down her face.
However, seemingly realizing that laughing so unrestrainedly in this situation was inappropriate, she immediately composed herself and said to Chen Yu in a deep voice, "Chen Yu, this is 'French Pan-Fried Foie Gras' that Xiao Liu specially made for you. How can you say that?"
"This is my first time doing this, so there might be some minor mistakes," Liu Menghan said calmly.
"Maybe? There were some mistakes?" Chen Yu's eyes widened as he looked at the chopsticks in his hand, as if they were a hot potato.
"Have you tried it yourself?" Chen Yu looked at Liu Menghan with a suspicious expression, his voice tinged with disbelief.
"I followed the recipe, so the steps should be correct."
"I'm asking if you've tried it?"
Liu Menghan calmly shook her head: "No, but based on my observation, it probably doesn't taste very good."
"Then why did you serve it to me?" Chen Yu was speechless.
"I was thinking that it would be a waste to just throw away all this effort, especially since we're in a frigid, post-apocalyptic world where resources are scarce..."
"Alright, stop!" Chen Yu waved his hand helplessly, interrupting Liu Menghan's explanation.
"From now on, you are not allowed to touch the stove in the kitchen." As soon as Chen Yu finished speaking, a burst of laughter rang out in the dining room, and even the usually composed Feng Xinran couldn't help but smile.
Li Wanqing and Zhang Zihan exchanged a glance, looking somewhat uneasy.
Chen Yu glanced at the two of them out of the corner of his eye and immediately noticed something was wrong. He asked with concern, "What's wrong with you two? Is something on your mind?"
"By the way, Chen Yu, Xiao Qing and Xiao Han each made you a breakfast, so you can't treat them differently," Yang Yue interjected, with a teasing smile.
Li Wanqing and Zhang Zihan's cheeks flushed instantly. They lowered their heads shyly and clasped their hands together nervously.
“This…” Chen Yu hesitated.
To be honest, he was really scared by Liu Menghan's "French pan-fried foie gras" just now, and now he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy when facing the breakfast made by Li Wanqing and Zhang Zihan.
After all, they were Liu Menghan's juniors, both students from Daxia University studying at Haha University.
It is common knowledge that the people from Daxia who can study at Haha University come from wealthy and noble families. From childhood to adulthood, they are basically raised under the care of their parents and servants and have hardly ever entered the kitchen.
However, Yang Yue made a good point: he couldn't show favoritism, otherwise he would hurt the young girl's feelings.
So he took a deep breath, put on an encouraging smile, looked at Li Wanqing and Zhang Zihan, and said, "Xiaoqing, Xiaohan, since you have prepared breakfast for me, I have to try it. After all, it is your kindness, and I can't let you down."
He then took the plates from the two people and placed them in front of him.
The two prepared an exquisite cake and a sandwich, respectively, which, at least in terms of appearance, were much better than Liu Menghan's "French pan-fried foie gras".
Then, Chen Yu began to taste them one by one.
Fortunately, nothing serious happened. Although the two breakfasts they made weren't amazing, they were decent enough, and didn't bring Chen Yu the same "surprise" as Liu Menghan's "French pan-fried foie gras".
Seeing that Chen Yu had finished both breakfast dishes, Li Wanqing and Zhang Zihan breathed a sigh of relief, their faces beaming with smiles of relief. They exchanged a glance, their eyes sparkling with excitement and joy, as if they had received some great affirmation.
"Mr. Chen, what do you think?" Li Wanqing couldn't help but ask, her voice filled with a hint of nervousness and anticipation.
Chen Yu put down his cutlery and nodded in satisfaction: "The taste is very good. I didn't expect you two to have such skills. You've really impressed me."
Just then, Lin Lele rubbed her sleepy eyes and came out of the bedroom. Seeing the lively atmosphere in the dining room, she quickly ran over.
"Oh, you guys didn't even call me for dinner, I'm starving!" Lin Lele said as she grabbed a piece of bread, dipped it in the remaining jam, and started eating it in big bites, chewing without any regard for her image.
Seeing this, Chen Yu felt somewhat helpless. Suddenly, he had a brilliant idea. He pushed the plate of "French pan-fried foie gras" in front of Lin Lele and said with a smile, "Lele, try this. It tastes pretty good."
Lin Lele glanced at the plate of dark, unappetizing food and immediately became wary. Without making a sound, she moved the chair she was sitting on to the side and wrinkled her nose in disgust: "What kind of rubbish is this? Even a dog wouldn't eat it."
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