Zang Xiaolian scraped the rice grains around his mouth and nodded vigorously. He couldn't produce the kind of well-reasoned and well-founded argument that Zhan Dapeng could, so he could only express himself through actions.
Indeed, when it came to sophisticated dishes, Gu Nuan definitely was clueless. She hadn't received any formal hotel-style chef training, nor was she a Michelin-starred chef. What she could do was take the basics she learned from her mother and then add a bit of her own understanding and special touch to create homemade dishes.
The person who had helped her develop this unique culinary skill was, in fact, Gu Sheng.
Her younger brother, Gu Sheng, was a very picky child. He often didn't like the food their mother made when she was busy. However, Gu Sheng wouldn't directly say that their mother's food was bad; he would just quietly eat less and then struggle to swallow it down, feeling aggrieved.
Their mother failed to notice this.