"A woman?"
As the black-robed figure with incredible knife skills spoke, the side hall suddenly became chaotic.
Not some old monster?
Xia Yu was startled, but his eyes suddenly emitted a strange glow.
Judging by the voice quality, he dared to conclude with his extensive experience that the woman must be quite young. After all, on the Loulin Ship, all passengers wore black robes, akin to a masked ball. Such an unrestrained display of gender and age by a female chef must indicate she is that proud Golden Peacock, right?
"Aunt Qing." He gently patted Zhu Qing's shoulder, who also withdrew her gaze in astonishment, clearly amazed by the woman's knife skills.
"Is there really such a young female genius with knife skills reaching such a level in the Chinese Realm?" Xia Yu asked with concern.
Zhu Qing's eyebrows furrowed tightly.
"Hmm."
She pondered, trying hard to think, with many faces of young female chefs flashing in her mind.
