"This shouldn't take up too much of Brother Wenxuan's time, right? Or do you think I'm not a good enough person and don't want to give me some advice?"
Although Xie Jinglong had a gentle smile on his face, his words were anything but gentle. Although he only said a few words, it was equivalent to blocking all of Fang Wenxuan's escape routes.
Either he was truly capable and pointed out Xie Jinglong's shortcomings in cooking. If he wasn't capable enough, then, sorry, you'd have to take care of him yourself.
"You...I..." Facing Xie Jinglong's inquiring gaze, Fang Wenxuan hesitated for a long time but still didn't dare to speak nonsense.
If it happened in other situations or during a recorded program, it wouldn't be a problem. The worst that could happen is that after the recording is finished, someone would delete the segment and everything would be fine.
But it was a live show, and there was no telling how many professional chefs were watching. If he dared to make up stories, he would probably be ridiculed and abused online and would become a hot topic.
"Ahem! I'm not good at Cantonese cuisine, and I don't know much about it, so forget about giving me any advice." After holding it in for a long time, until his face turned red, Fang Wenxuan came up with a lame excuse.
Seeing him embarrassed, Xie Jinglong didn't intend to pursue him relentlessly. He chuckled and said, "Oh! That's really a pity. We can discuss other cuisines when we have the chance."
"Okay, I will, I will!" Seeing that the matter was finally settled, Fang Wenxuan wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with an apologetic smile.
"Hmph! Next time, don't make random comments about things you don't understand. People who don't know might think you're some Cantonese cuisine guru."
He Yunting, who had been silent the whole time, sneered with disdain.
Fang Wenxuan had no choice but to pretend to be deaf and dumb and pretend not to hear it.
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