Who can't learn well? I went to learn from Bai Pang. You know that guy's culinary talent, but even she was ashamed. Only in barbecue, she could get the upper hand. Lorne dares to learn how to cook from the fat man, but he is lucky that he didn't poison himself.

"Sit down for a while, and I'll make a pot of the best eight treasures rice, so that you can have a good taste of my cooking." Lorne said unconvinced.

"Wait, are you sure you're good at it?" Gu Fenghua asked suspiciously.

"Of course, I've invited people to eat several times, and each time they were moved to tears, even tears." Lorne said triumphantly.

"Are you sure they were moved?" On hearing this, Gu Fenghua became more suspicious.

"Of course, you'll know when I'm ready." Lorne regained a little strength and went into the kitchen.

It is estimated that practice makes perfect. This time it took only half an hour, and a pot of steaming eight treasures rice was served.

"Here, try my craft." Luo en said confidently to Gu Fenghua.

"You first." Gu Fenghua said politely. Although she didn't spit out the jade porridge on the spot, it also made her feel sick. This time, she didn't want to be a mouse any more.

"Well, I'll have a bowl first." Lorne is obviously very confident in the delicacy.

However, only a bite, her self-confidence disappeared, two lines of tears rolling out.

"Bang!" Lorne threw down his job and rushed out like a whirlwind. Soon, the sound of vomiting came again.

Gu Fenghua picked up the chopsticks and carefully put a few grains of rice into her mouth. Immediately, she frowned. Although she didn't vomit like Miss Luo, her expression became very strange.

It's a kind of rice with eight treasures. After just tasting a few grains of rice, the taste of bitterness, bitterness, spicy, astringency and so on, they gather in their mouth, but there's no sweetness, pain, sadness and so on. The mood goes straight into their mind, but there's no joy.

If the white fat man's cooking is the limit of delicacy, then Miss Luo's cooking is obviously the other extreme. Gu Fenghua really can't imagine that there are people in the world who can make such terrible things. Others want money to cook, and Miss Luo's cooking is killing!

Enough to vomit for an hour, Lorne dragged his weak legs, trembling back to the yard. Her face, is so pale, her look, is so sad, as if just in the ghost door on a circle.

"Come on, have some?" Gu Fenghua handed over a roast chicken.

Miss Luo's cooking skill was obviously beyond expectation, so she had to do it by herself. Just as Lorne was vomiting, she had already baked some pheasants and rabbits.

As soon as Lorne's eyes brightened, he stretched out his hand to grab the roast chicken. It was a gust of wind and cloud gnawing.

Gu Fenghua looked at Lorne with surprise and admiration. Just now, he was powerless, as if the wind could blow him down. When he saw the delicious food, he recovered so quickly. He was worthy of being a foodie among the foodies.

"Hoo, I haven't tasted such delicious food for a long time. It's so delicious." Just in the blink of an eye, the roast chicken had only a bare skeleton. Miss Luo breathed out a long breath, sighed, and her eyes twinkled again.

Looking at the tears flashing in her eyes, Gu Fenghua secretly sympathized and handed over a roast chicken.