An Lan nodded.
In the country, many of the large corporations were passed down from family. Even if they were not, they would help support their relatives when they rise up the ranks. But not put in as much effort, so Xuan Yuanlang could not be said to be careless with Mo Rong.
"I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable about raw and fresh ingredients, Senior." An Lan was talking about his comments on raw and fresh ingredients.
"I'm a picky eater, and I like to cook," Xuan Yuanlang said with a faint smile.
An Lan raised her eyebrows in surprise and asked, "As a senior, do you need to cook by yourself?"
She remembered that Nian Junting had never liked to cook before. Sister Lan always cooked by herself. Of course, he didn't cook because he thought that his cooking skills were too excellent, and he was afraid that others would fall in love with his cooking skills.
She was speechless.
