"Mm~~~ Ninety-nine percent. A rare treasure, a rare treasure..."
In the courtyard, Mo Shang took a deep breath as he looked at the fragrant, beautifully presented dishes before him, his face filled with blissful intoxication.
"Old Mo, when did Shuyu get so good at cooking?"
Jinlin sat beside him, staring at the dishes that had color, aroma, and flavor all in abundance, looking somewhat baffled.
"No, didn't you just finish eating? Why are you mooching another meal off me?"
He did not explain much about why Jiang Shuyu's cooking had suddenly improved. Instead, he looked at Jinlin helplessly and asked.
"It's been half an hour already. I digested it ages ago." Jinlin shrugged, looking as though it were only natural.
"Six six six, I really have no answer for you..." Mo Shang's mouth twitched. He had never seen anyone capable of eating so much.
As the two spoke, Jiang Shuyu emerged from the kitchen carrying the final two dishes.
After setting them on the table, she sat beside Mo Shang and said, "We can eat now..."
"Just looking at today's dishes makes my appetite kick in..."
Mo Shang did not delay any longer. He picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a piece of braised pork, and put it into his mouth.
The instant the braised pork entered his mouth, an indescribably strange flavor exploded across his tongue, squeezing all of Mo Shang's features together.
"What? Did the trait stop working or something?"
Mo Shang began questioning his life. Although the dishes before him looked, smelled, and seemed delicious, the taste was still the same old taste!
"Is it not good?"
Seeing Mo Shang's expression, Jiang Shuyu was also puzzled. She picked up her chopsticks and tasted it herself.
Then she frowned slightly, utterly confused. "How could this happen?"
Jiang Shuyu looked