The Yi family's ancestors had been palace medicinal cuisine chefs for generations and were considered peerless in the industry. The middle-aged man might have accepted the remarks if someone with Chinese medicine knowledge evaluated the soup, but she was just a teenager.
The middle-aged man looked a little angry.
Even though she was Young Master Min Yu's guest, did she have to keep finding fault in everything?
The middle-aged man was about to speak, but Old Mr. Yi suddenly walked in with a look of shock on his face.
"Tell me why I should add barley?" asked Old Mr. Yi, looking straight at Huo Yao with subtle excitement in his voice.
Huo Yao looked at the old man. He was in an apron and wore oversleeves. He was probably the person whom Min Yu had mentioned about.
Huo Yao turned her eyes to the bowl of soup placed on the table.
