"Master Chen, you're really biased. I've been asking for fish soup for half a month without seeing you make it for me, but Ming Yi asks you to cook some good dishes for tonight's family feast, and you make fish soup."
Facing Jiang Hui Qin's teasing, Chen Qiusheng calmly ladled out a bowl of fish soup: "Yes, yes, yes, it's my fault. Let me secretly serve the first bowl of fish soup today to the young mistress as a small favor, consider it my apology to her."
Jiang Hui Qin received the fish soup with a smile, took a small sip and her eyes lit up: "So fresh! Master Chen, what did you add to it? You actually have a secret recipe for fish soup I didn't know about, quickly tell me, I need to make a pot for Ming Yi in a couple days to show off my skills."
"Ahem, Young Madam, the Madam advised you to spend less time in the kitchen," the maid gently reminded.
