Jiang Yue glanced at Xue Yan, who was standing beside her Sifu, and said, "Why don't we try making new food? It's a little plain, only selling cold rice noodles."
Xue Yan looked back at her, thinking that she would definitely be able to think of something since she suggested the idea.
"Good call!" Xue Sifu didn't even think it through and immediately agreed.
"You're so smart, and your mother is so good at cooking. I've heard Xue Yan say something about you having a perfect memory.
"Anyway, it means that you used to listen to your mother talk often and see your mother cook often, so you're imperceptibly influenced. Maybe you can come up with something just as delicious!"
"I've been making rice noodles for too long. I don't want to think about it anymore."
"How about this, let's buy a few kilograms of flour when we go back. I want to think about what to make too." Jiang Yue said.
