Song Song said with a smile, "Of course, go ahead!"
Qiao Yu smiled gracefully, nodded, and walked towards the kitchen door. As she reached the door, she turned around, noticing the girl's keen interest in the dish, and couldn't help but smirk.
Song Song looked at the dish in front of her, feeling amazed. She never expected Qiao Yu to be so skilled; such knife work didn't seem like it was done by a girl.
But perhaps it was precisely because she was a girl that the dish was so delicate, looking pleasing to the eye.
I wonder how it tastes?
Then someone suddenly patted her shoulder, and Song Song turned around in surprise to see Qiao Yu already back, looking at her in confusion.
"Wh-what's up?"
Song Song asked with a bit of guilt, wondering if she had been caught trying to sneak a taste.
Qiao Yu pointed at the dish, "Are you... wanting to taste it, or trying to make it yourself to help recover your memory faster?"
