Cao Yuan was clearly very satisfied with the meal; after finishing, he confidently gave her a thumbs up, "This is a very authentic Shanxi flavor."
Gong Mingxia was embarrassed as she cleaned the empty bowls, "You're too kind. Actually, it's not as exaggerated as you say. You see, Shanxi oil-poured noodles, each person has their own way of making them. After all, cooking is not set in stone; there's a lot of room for creativity. How to make it delicious, how to make it innovative, isn't it all about figuring it out on your own?"
Cao Yuan greatly admired Gong Mingxia's personal charm, unassuming and hardworking, and most importantly, her aptitude for learning. Despite only spending a couple of hours together, he could tell she was someone who loved to learn. Otherwise, how could a woman from the rural area, with a child in tow, speak such fluent English?