As the braised fish was halfway done, all kinds of ingredients were added to the pot, and the scent of the fish combined with the smell of peppers flooded out from the pot.
Everyone couldn't help but swallow, feeling quite hungry.
Zhang Qun stood nearby and chuckled, "Teacher Zhao, what do you think of Mu Yan? Maybe you could take her as a disciple, then your culinary skills would have a successor."
Zhao Yong laughed, "I don't have the audacity to take on a disciple; Chinese culinary skills are broad and profound. Honestly, I might not cook as well as Mu Yan."
"This is called the newer generation overtaking the older one, leaving them stranded on the beach," Xiang Lanqiu chimed in teasingly.
Zhao Yong felt a bit helpless, "Can we not say that last part?"
Xiang Lanqiu replied seriously, "No way!"
The conversation trailed off, as everyone's focus shifted to the fish in the pot.
