Xue Po glanced at Nian Bing and said, "How do you know I was praising you?"
Nian Bing smiled and replied, "For a chef, having the food they made eaten up completely is naturally the highest praise, isn't it? Marshal Xue?"
Xue Po nodded at Nian Bing. Although he had some doubts about Nian Bing's identity, he knew that creating such a feast was not something that could be achieved with just a day or two of cooking practice. In his Marshal Mansion, none of the chefs had such superb skills, so it was impossible for anyone to have assisted him. After tasting Nian Bing's cooking, the doubts in his heart had decreased quite a bit. "Alright, you pass. Starting from now, you are a chef in my Marshal Mansion. However, you must remember that my household rules are extremely strict. If you violate them, don't blame me for being ruthless. What salary do you want?"
