Gradually, delicious aromas wafted out of the kitchen.
Aside from Xia Shule, the people with the least to do were Bai Junwang and Ma Xiaoxiao.
Although both had said they could cook a little, they simply wandered around without doing anything.
Their excuse was that there were too many cooks already, leaving no room for them to contribute. Their amateur skills were no match for Zhou Kang and Zhao Xun anyway, and they volunteered to wash the dishes.
Outside the kitchen, the production team had already set up several tables for two and one table for four.
Xia Shule figured that since he could not help much, he might as well make himself useful elsewhere.
He picked a table at random and decorated it for a candlelit dinner, then sat obediently in a chair to wait for Song Dimu.
One large fish nearly covered the entire table, which had not been very big to begin with.
Song Dimu had made not only fish but two cold side dishes as well.
Seeing Song Dimu carrying the plates over, Xia Shule happily ran into the kitchen for bowls and chopsticks, even praising himself: Great job, Xia Shule. Just not holding anyone back is great.
"Try it!" Song Dimu was delighted. He had promised earlier to show off his skills, and although this was not his rented apartment, it was still pretty good.
After all, Xia Shule really did seem rather out of place there.
Their team was the fastest. Beside them, Zheng Fanfeiran was only just about to sit down, while Xu Suidong and Liu Jinghua were finishing up.
The group of four had it rougher. Zhou Kang and Zhao Xun were scrambling around the kitchen. If it had been just the two of them, one mixed stew would actually have been