The culinary skills of the Qin family's kitchen were truly amazing. The desserts were practically works of art – crystal grapes, crystal oranges, crystal candied hawthorn, tiramisu, and all varieties of ice cream.
Every dish was sweet yet not cloying, leaving a lingering aftertaste.
Lin Xiangwan sighed in awe. If these desserts were laid out in her family's restaurant, they would surely sell like hotcakes!
As she ate, she began to plan to chat with the chef for a bit and sneakily learn his techniques.
Qin Muchuan seemed to sense her thoughts. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "The chef is a peculiar fellow, don't directly ask him how he makes these desserts, you need to appeal to his interests."
Lin Xiangwan leaned towards him and asked in a low voice, "Then what are his interests?"
Qin Muchuan shrugged, "I'm not sure."
"Really not sure? Or do you just not want to tell me?"
