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The corner of Chu Yan's mouth twitched. Before he could say anything, he had already drunk half a bowl of it.

However, just as he finished it in one gulp, that person suddenly spat out,

"Bo Wuyi, didn't I say that the culinary arts in your palace have always been excellent? Why is it so bad this time?"

As he spoke, he continued slapping his lips in disgust.

Chu Ci: "..