A year later.
By the edge of Blackwater Demon Lake, the aroma of fish soup wafted into the air.
The two elders sat next to a large pot with their bowls and chopsticks, and Feng Boping followed the customary sip of soup before eating. He scooped up a spoonful of fish soup and slowly savored it, not being able to help but exclaim:
"This kid's cooking skills could almost rival those of the Imperial Kitchen."
"Tsk, I've been eating it for a year and still haven't gotten tired of it, which is really strange."
Li Muxiu was also surprised; he had not expected Li Hao to possess such remarkable culinary talent, a skill that was getting better and better.
"Feng, have you ever eaten from the Imperial Kitchen?" Li Hao asked with a smile.
"I've stolen a taste."
Feng Boping's face, though aged, bore a hint of a mischievous smile, reminiscing as he smacked his lips, "That half a bowl of leftover soup even had my saliva in it. I wonder which concubine ended up with it."
