It might have been a bit overstated, but Sara was genuinely happy.
"I've only made pies for four people, my father, my mother, Otto, and you."
Sara declared proudly, "They all said it was delicious."
The point was, Sara hadn't made it for her husband. Hmm, that was the key point.
The pie wasn't too big, but it wasn't small either. It was definitely a bit of a struggle for one person to finish but pretty much perfect for two.
Sara initially wanted to use a knife and fork, but she also reached for a piece of the pie and savored it in her mouth, saying, "It really is delicious. Even though I haven't made it for a long time, it is indeed tasty."
Gao Guang didn't say anything; he just ate, wolfed it down.
The pecan pie was sweet and fragrant, and it went well with a vegetable salad and clear soup.
"Do you want to know the secret recipe? It's a family recipe passed down from my grandmother. That's using honey, just a little bit of honey when mixing the dough."