Aunt Zhao's cooking skills were very good, and Shen Qinglan was not dull, she had just never taken it to heart before, but now that she had, her progress was rapid.
"Old Sir Fu, all these dishes were made by Qinglan, have a taste and tell me what you think?" Aunt Zhao brought the food to the table and said to Old Sir Fu.
Old Sir Fu's eyes crinkled with a smile, eyeing the dishes on the table that looked very appetizing, and he was quite delighted, "Good, good, good, let me have a taste."
"Hmm, the flavor is not bad, for Qinglan's first time making it to turn out like this is very good, really good," Old Sir Fu couldn't stop praising.
Even with Shen Qinglan's usual composure, her face heated up slightly from Old Sir Fu's praise.