C149 Impotence

"Does it taste bad?"

Lin Wenwen nervously rubbed his hands together, afraid of arousing Su Hang's dissatisfaction. "Did you put too much salt in it? I-I'm already very careful. If it's salt, then don't eat it. I'll make another one?"

"With your culinary skills, no matter how many you do, it's useless."

Su Hang ate the sweet Cola chicken wings as if they were the same taste as wax