Tao Hai's face stiffened for a moment before quickly returning to normal.
"The chicken stock provided by the organizers isn't as good as the one I make myself."
Tang Wenxiu dealt another blow: "And you didn't get a stewing hen either."
The corner of Tao Hai's eye twitched. "Is that so?"
Tang Wenxiu: "It is."
Tao Hai started to pass the buck. "I remember reminding you. Why didn't you get the chicken?"
"No, you didn't remind me." Tang Wenxiu was adamant. "I confirmed the ingredients you wanted me to get with you three times. A stewing hen was not on the list."
A terrible silence descended upon them.
Tao Hai's palm trembled slightly, as if he were about to slam something down and walk off in the next second.
Shen Lu and Sang Yue shared a quiet, knowing look before tacitly lowering their heads and focusing on their own tasks.
After a few minutes, Tang Wenxiu asked again in her same unruffled tone, "Master Tao, what do you suggest we do?"
