This deaf trait made her really like Ding Ma, at least she wouldn't gossip at home.
"Just call her Ding Ma."
The elderly lady repeated what the young man had told her, nodding solemnly, "Ding Ma really is mute, but her cooking skills are top-notch; everyone who's tried it says it's good."
"Looks like it might be so."
Ruth Upperton put down the watering can she was holding and ordered, "Take her to the kitchen and have her cook a signature dish."
"Okay, Mrs. Upperton, thank you for giving them this opportunity."
Under the guidance of the servant, the elderly lady led Ding Ma to the kitchen.
Less than twenty minutes later.
A homestyle tofu dish was cooked, with a rich sauce, tender white tofu, and a layer of golden egg batter coating it.
The aroma wafted continuously through the spacious living room, making one's mouth water uncontrollably.
Ruth Upperton looked at the presentation, smelled the scent, and nodded her head rarely, a rare satisfaction in her withered old eyes.
