"Xiao Xiao, you can cook too?"
Ye Qing looked at his sister, who was engrossed in her paintings.
What kind of culinary skills must one possess to have even the banquet chefs wishing to apprentice with her? His sister truly was remarkable.
"I learned a bit from a chef who catered weddings in the village a few days ago."
Ye Xiao responded casually as if it was nothing of consequence.
She couldn't very well say that four thousand years ago, after instigating a war among the ancient gods, and because they were too busy fighting each other, she became so bored that she kidnapped the God of Cooking and learned from him for over a hundred years. If she said that out loud, Ye Qing would definitely think she belonged in a mental hospital. It's better to be modest when doing good deeds.
"Master Ye, could you please introduce me to the chef from your village?"
