Having achieved his goal, Lin Li was quite satisfied.
The food he made was not some so-called "God of Cooking" level. It was not that exaggerated—probably just on par with an ordinary chef.
After all, in the System's eyes, it was merely a talent not worthy of appearing on the panel.
If he were asked to make some elaborate traditional dish now, he would only be at a loss.
Perhaps another reason was that Ding Sihan had never expected anything from Lin Li in the first place.
As the saying went, the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment. So the lower the expectations, the lower the disappointment.
Naturally, Lin Li's performance had easily exceeded Ding Sihan's expectations.
All things considered, Lin Li had played the role of an Unexpected Man too.
"I wasn't secretly insulting you. Didn't I insult you right to your face?" Hearing Lin Li's question, Ding Sihan spread her hands, looking rather innocent.
Lin Li: "..."
She did not hide in the slightest that calling him a God of Cooking had been deliberate.
Wait.
System, tell me, damn it—which part of that had come from her heart? Huh? Speak! "I was hoping you'd deny it in a different direction." Lin Li raised his middle finger.
Still, since he had taken the money, he had to do the work. Lin Li began clearing the dishes from the table.
That made Ding Sihan feel a little embarrassed. She hurriedly sat on the sofa, opened a bottle of drink, took tiny sips, and cheered Lin Li on.
Damn it.
What a Bai Bufan.
Lin Li always felt that one day, Bai Bufan would be known as Little Ding Sihan.
Forget it. He should not have so little faith in Bai Bufan. On the track of being a dog, Bai