"I've always heard Auntie say that Qiao Ran's cooking is delicious, but I've never had the chance to try it until now. This taste is indeed no lie—the soup is too good to resist," Pei Yixian said heartily after taking a sip of the seafood soup.
"The soul of this seafood soup is the winter melon personally grown by my dad. The fresh seafood paired with the coolness of the winter melon—once you drink it, don't mention how comforting it is to the stomach. Yet, with the same ingredients, our family chefs just can't make it as delicious as Ranran," Wen Zhengliang said with a loving smile.
"Actually, the taste is the same; it's just that Dad likes me, so naturally, he thinks the soup I make tastes a little better."
Hearing Qiao Ran still naturally call him "Dad" like she used to, Wen Shimo looked at her with a profound gaze.
Cheng Zhiyuan and Pei Yixian by his side also gave Qiao Ran meaningful looks.