"The taste of this dish..."
In the private room, several small dishes were placed on the table.
Mr. Jiang picked up a chopstickful and put it in his mouth.
He immediately sat there in astonishment.
"Mr. Jiang, what's wrong? Is it not to your taste?"
Li Qiqi sat to the left of Lin Fan, curiously looking at him.
As a person of privilege in Modu, he had definitely seen and eaten it all.
These few small dishes of mine probably didn't catch his eye.
"No... no... it's... it's too delicious!"
Mr. Jiang hastily shook his head.
The excited man really didn't know how to express himself.
"I couldn't imagine that at such a young age, you could cook flavors that are a hundred times better than the royal chefs in Beijing; this is really miraculous. I have never tasted such delicious food!"
"Mr. Jiang, you're exaggerating. I'm just a little cook, not that impressive. As long as you don't dislike it, it's good."