Chapter 622: Do You Want to Learn How to Make Stock?

"Mr. Jiang, you might be overthinking it. Granduncle Weiming's sense of taste was already not very good, it really doesn't affect his cooking," Jiang Feng comforted.

Jiang Weisheng shook his head: "It's different, just completely different."

"Master's sense of taste wasn't great before, but at least he could make out flavors, he could taste sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty, he could tell if a dish was good or bad," choked Jiang Weisheng, "Now Master can't taste anything at all."

Jiang Feng, of course, understood the difference. For a chef of Jiang Weiming's level, a decline in taste wouldn't substantially affect his cooking skills. As long as he could taste something, he could rely on his extensive experience to make dishes that met his standard.

But if one completely lost their sense of taste, even a deity would be helpless in controlling the seasoning.

There is only one Beethoven; most people remain mere mortals.