Qin Zhenzhen emerged from Grandma's room, only to be stopped by Qin Silong. "What did Grandma say to you?"
"She asked me who taught me how to make seasonings," Qin Zhenzhen replied.
"And what did you tell her?"
"Last time, Grandma asked me the same question repeatedly. So this time, I told her that I learned it in a dream."
Qin Silong fell into deep thought.
"We aren't as perceptive as Grandma, who seems to see through everything."
"Since that day, you've become completely different."
"You lied to us before, claiming that an expert taught you the seasonings. Was that an attempt to mislead us into thinking that it was Grandma who taught you?"
Qin Zhenzhen blushed and smiled. "That was the only way I could handle it."
Qin Silong's eyes glimmered. "Did you uncover Grandma's secret during all those years?"
