Meng Luoyi picked up a chopstick and tasted it, with an unpredictable expression on his face.

"Well, how should I put it? It's delicious, but it seems to be no different from the takeout I usually order."

Li Yingzhu smiled disdainfully, "Xiao Luo Yi, you actually compare takeout with our Chef Su."

As he said that, he took a taste himself and frowned.

"Huang Lan, was this dish made by Su Yichen? It doesn't taste right."

Huang Lan, who was standing aside, ...