Liang Yinqiu stood quietly to the side, her eyes fixed on Mayor Yang as he drank the porridge, her heart pounding like a restless little rabbit bouncing around in her chest, filled with anxiety.
Indeed!
Her heart was full of contradictions!
On one hand, she had unwavering confidence in Huang Jun's culinary skills; on the other hand, there was always that lingering worry of "what if" that she couldn't completely dispel.
After all, everyone's tastes are unique, and she was afraid that the scorched rice and tangerine peel porridge might not meet Mayor Yang's expectations or fail to ease his stomach discomfort.
The surrounding city leaders also appeared quite tense.
For a moment...
An air of subtle anticipation filled the room.
Seeing Mayor Yang finish the bowl of scorched rice and tangerine peel porridge in just a few gulps with a satisfied expression on his face, the tension in Liang Yinqiu's heart eased considerably.
