Wen Nuan grabbed a few dishes with Tan Qing, picked up a small yellow croaker to eat, and couldn't help but squint her eyes, "Mmm, this is really good, more satisfying than eating at a big restaurant. You seem quite familiar with the owner, could you ask the chef to teach me how to make it?"
Sister Ping mentioned that Leng Yan likes eating fish. She couldn't help but imagine if he'd smile when eating the small yellow croaker she cooked as a novice?
Thinking about it, she couldn't help but smile joyfully. It seemed as if she could see Leng Yan smiling and praising her.
"What are you daydreaming about, grinning like a fool."
Tan Qing extended her arm and knocked on her head playfully, teasing, "You don't want to get their secret recipe, do you? Let me tell you, don't even think about it; this is a private kitchen, the recipes are not shared."
"Ouch~" she exaggeratedly inhaled a breath to disguise her momentary distraction, feeling a sour sensation at the tip of her nose.
