Lin Yuan had not expected Princess Anle to know that the meal was prepared by her own hands. Although surprised, she still smiled and shook her head, "It wasn't hard, back at home, I was always the one cooking. Even though my skills aren't exceptional, fortunately everyone has been giving me face. Madam, please do have a taste later, and if you don't like it, Yuanyuan will make you something else."
Just as Princess Anle was about to speak, Xia Zheng came up with a sycophantic smile, "What do you mean your skills are not exceptional? Nearly all of our restaurant's dishes were personally taught by you. If you're not skilled, then those chefs might as well not live."
Lao Fan also harrumphed, his eyes shining as he rarely uttered words of praise, "This stinky girl, she's good for nothing else; it's only her cooking skills that remain. Otherwise, I really don't know how she'd survive!"
Lin Yuan held her forehead, Lao Fan oh Lao Fan, are you praising her or insulting her?
