In fact, Wang Defu felt that Zhou Xiaoli was probably speaking nonsense. However, in accordance with his usual principle of running a restaurant, he decided to ask nonetheless.
"Is it salty? Or bland? Or not to your taste?"
Zhou Xiaoli shook her head. "Neither. The taste is just right, but it's a little different from what I've eaten before."
Upon hearing Zhou Xiaoli's words, Wang Defu asked, "You've eaten it before? Which restaurant is it? I'll try it next time."
Zhou Xiaoli pursed her lips and finally said, "It's not a restaurant. I made it myself."
"You made it yourself?" Wang De raised his pitch. It was obvious that he did not believe it.
At this moment, Wei Chiyu said, "Miss Zhou's cooking is very good."
