Hua Hao and Yueyuan stared intently at the old lady, afraid that she would be dissatisfied as usual and furrow her brows.
During the hot summer, the old lady didn't have much of an appetite. Because of this, the kitchen tried to prepare different dishes every day, yet none of them could ignite the old lady's hunger. Those chefs had been hired at a high cost.
Now, though Fulan's cooking wasn't highly anticipated by Hua Hao and Yueyuan, how could it compare with professional chefs? However, the little girl prepared some hometown dishes, and the old lady found it refreshing, which was not a bad thing.
As they were just pondering this, the old lady began to speak.
"The bun's skin is chewy, smooth as it slips into your mouth, and after a few bites, it slides right into the stomach. And this broth, it's fresh and savory, bursting with flavor the moment you sip it, truly full of color, aroma, and taste, leaving a lasting impression."
