Qi Shenbai took a bite and paused. He looked at Xu Jiaojiao and asked, "Are you very good at cooking?" Whether it was the noodles he had tasted previously or the crab roe buns and millet porridge today, they were all delicious. They were not at all inferior to the work of the chef he had hired at a high price.
"Back when I used to live in the countryside, there was an old man next door who was a chef. He said that his ancestors used to cook for the emperor! When I had nothing to do, I would lean against his wall and watch him cook," Xu Jiaojiao said.
Qi Shenbai raised his eyebrows and did not say anything else. He ate quietly.
Just as Qi Shenbai was about to pick up a crab roe bun, Xu Jiaojiao could not help but remind him, "Mr. Qi, there's a little too much gravy in the crab roe bun, and it might be a little hot. Be careful when you eat it, lest you spill it on your clothes."
Qi Shenbai looked at Xu Jiaojiao and suddenly asked, "Am I that old?"
