Ji Xia returned with the rolling pin and Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi sat down at the dinner table facing each other, biting into the just-baked peach pastries.
Although the D-grade peach pastries didn't taste particularly great, possibly even below the average sold on the market, they had the advantage of being fresh from the oven and fragrant; plus, they were made by Ji Xia herself, adding an emotional touch. Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi ate them with great relish.
As he nibbled on the peach pastries, Jiang Feng pondered in his heart which Master White Chef to find as Ji Xia's teacher.
Even though they couldn't force Ji Xia to go down south to learn if she wasn't willing, they still needed to decide on a teacher. What if the chosen Master White Chef ran off to the north or was poached by Eight-treasure House?
Jiang Feng had confidence in Ling Guangzhao.
