Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

Zheng Qingyou also poured herself a glass of water and drank it.

"Oh!"

For some reason, Wei Feng felt a pang of disappointment at this moment.

It turns out she wasn't just having dinner with him alone.

Wei Feng picked up the teacup, took a sip, and couldn't help but marvel at its exquisite taste.

"Your tea is delicious!"

He exclaimed in amazement.

"Ok!"

"Looks like my dad will be going to your shop for tea every day from now on!"

After Wei Feng finished speaking, he took another sip of tea, but still couldn't tell what kind of tea it was.

“Then I’d welcome it; I can give it to her for free, uncle.”

Zheng Qingyou put down her teacup and spoke with a smile.

Just then, there was another knock on the door.

Zheng Qingyou walked to the door and opened it.

Su Yu walked in carrying a bottle of red wine.

He had just come in when he saw Wei Feng.

Su Yu and Wei Feng's eyes met at that moment.

Wei Feng shifted his gaze again.

Su Yu glanced at the lilies placed to the side.

He lowered his head, looking at the red wine in his hand, and suddenly felt that he had lost.

"It's for you!"

With a smile on his lips, he handed the red wine in his hand to Zheng Qingyou.

"Ok!"

Zheng Qingyou took the red wine and put it aside.

"Alright, dinner's ready. It's a good thing it's summer, otherwise it wouldn't taste good!"

Zheng Qingyou called for the two of them to sit down together.

When Zheng Qingyou lifted the lid, the two of them were dumbfounded.

"What happen to you guys?"

Seeing their stunned expressions, Zheng Qingyou couldn't help but laugh.

"Did you do all this?"

Su Yu asked.

Although Wei Feng didn't ask aloud, his expression was one of disbelief.

"Of course."

Zheng Qingyou replied.

At this point, Su Yu and Wei Feng had no time to compete.

They were not unsophisticated, especially Su Yu, who had tasted all kinds of food, both domestic and international, from all over the country.

I've eaten a lot of the food made by those self-proclaimed imperial chefs.

However, I have never actually seen what Zheng Qingyou did.

It has all the qualities of color, aroma, and taste.

"What's the name of this thing you made?"

Su Yu asked.

At that moment, he didn't feel ashamed at all.

On the day of the cooking competition, Han Moli made a dish that actually received a very low score from the outside audience.

But when you eat it, it has an indescribable deliciousness.

At that time, the teachers discussed it and gave Han Moli a passing grade.

On the one hand, they felt the taste was really good; on the other hand, they hoped that she could still improve.

This is also why Su Yu developed some feelings for Han Moli after hearing her say that she had only prepared that dish at the last minute.

Actually, he should have realized this long ago. Someone who can make fried rice so well, how much less capable would he be at making other things?

Wei Feng was also shocked. He had always felt that his cooking skills were inferior to her fried rice.

He was somewhat unconvinced; either she was lucky, or he was unlucky.

But now, he has absolutely no such thoughts.

After all, we haven't tasted these yet, so we don't know how they taste.