Yan picked up a fried dumpling, dipped it into vinegar, and put it in his mouth.
"So, how is it? Is it OK?"
Zhu Qianying was quite confident in her culinary skills, after all, she had been messing around in the kitchen with her mom since childhood. Even if she hadn't learned 100%, she still had about 70-80% of her mom's skill.
Besides, Yan was different from ordinary people. Uncle Hai had informed her early on that Yan was not only picky, but his taste also frequently changed.
Even the best chef couldn't cope with the changing tastes of a diner.
Luckily, Yan, with his ever-changing taste, didn't debunk her efforts this time and gave a slight nod, "Not bad..."
Zhu Qianying was very satisfied with this answer. As long as she passed Yan's mark of "OK", she wasn't expecting a perfect score with him.
Zhu Qianying cracked an egg into her own bowl and scooped a large spoonful of rice porridge into it.
