"These past few years, with all the web celebrity shops popping up, business at our place has quieted down, so there's no need for your help to drum up business."
Grandpa Lin said with a sigh, "If you don't mind, we could invite you to a meal instead."
Shi Yaoguang shook his head, "Grandpa Lin, I've learned cooking from an Imperial Chef's descendant. Eating a meal at your place and teaching you a few dishes wouldn't be a loss for me."
Confronted with Shi Yaoguang's resolute gaze, Grandpa Lin could only nod in agreement, "Alright then."
Even so, looking at the old man's expression, it was clear he wasn't taking Shi Yaoguang's offer seriously.
And why would he? Which descendant of an Imperial Chef would so casually divulge their family recipes to strangers?
Weren't they afraid of losing their livelihood?
Li Yebai thought so too.
Soon enough, Shi Yaoguang let him know what it meant to be... irresistibly delicious.
