The green bean cake was squarish and very small and exquisite. There were beautiful patterns on it. After taking a bite, Feng Qing commented, "Oh, Miss Long's cooking is not bad. The green bean cake suits my taste very well, but the bird's nest soup is not very good."
Long Yuning's face turned green and white. She forced a smile and said, "Since Qingqing likes to eat it, I can make it for you often in the future. It would be great if you could see it. Then, I can teach you step by step."
Who was Long Yuning? Even though she was at a disadvantage, she still had to be sarcastic. If Feng Qing dared to comment on her cooking, she would then speak of her blindness.
Feng Qing placed the remaining green bean cake into her mouth and mumbled, "Miss Long, you've misunderstood. I praised your food for being delicious, but I didn't want to dampen your enthusiasm. You can consult the pastry chefs in the Xie manor. They know what flavor and sweetness I like."
