"How different can the chicken the old master raised be from the ones outside?" Fu Sinian suddenly asked.
Shi Qian winced.
Was he talking to her?
"Qian Qian, do you think the chickens Grandpa fed are better than others?" The old man was angry.
This damn desire to win rushed up.
Was it so hard to make this kid admit the fruits of his labor?
Shi Qian was about to speak when Fu Sinian spoke again.
"You don't want to ask if the chicken is good. You just want to hear some people's brainless flattery."
Wen Lan's expression changed.
Shi Qian was even more embarrassed.
How was she being brainless and obsequious?
"Even if it's the same chicken, I think Grandpa fed it better. For no other reason than because Grandpa fed it. That alone beats all chickens! Similarly, I think my mother's cooking is the best. Even a Michelin chef can't compare to Mom's cooking because it's Mom's recipe. It's unique."
