Don't look down on people like that.
Lu Yun glared at Lu Aiguo, unconvinced, "Dad, I can tell the difference between salt and sugar."
It was someone else who in a past life frequently mixed up salt and sugar, not only that but also scorched the pot, served undercooked food... even simple rice couldn't be cooked right, with either too much or too little water. Turning perfectly good ingredients into something akin to dark cuisine, which forced her to swallow the meals without protest, putting on a brave face and choking it down.
It was not until one time when she found an opportunity to show off her cooking skills, that the responsibility for cooking finally fell upon her, and they were able to have normal meals at last—just thinking about it brought tears to her eyes!
But those days ultimately became fond memories, some of the few precious times in her life.
"Alright, alright, you can tell the difference, it's Dad who can't tell, okay?"
