C93 The Mistress

"How could this be..."

Gu Sisi was helpless. "It clearly looks very good. Why is the taste strange like this?"

"Is this your result?"

Mo Zixuan did not want to be upset, but he had been starving for more than an hour. He could not help but say, "It looks like your phone recipe is not reliable."

Gu Sisi's eyes instantly turned from the bright colored chicken wings to Mo Zixuan's face