C312 Shot the Foot with a Stone

Two dishes, dark and burnt, were placed on the table. Anyone who didn't know them would think that they had come to the chemical factory to refine the oil.

Zhu Xi didn't need to say anything, they were definitely not suitable for cooking, but didn't Uncle Zheng say that Ming Zhu's culinary skills had always been with the Royal Chef? The dishes on the table, no matter which one was hers