Inside the pavilion.
A plate of roast chicken, two small dishes, and three cups of clear wine were laid out on the stone table.
The gentle breeze brought with it the subtle fragrance of the wine, giving Wang Chen and the others seated around the table a sense of comfortable ease.
The old immortal looked at Wang Chen with a smile and said, "Make yourself at home here, no need to be so formal. We don't need to stand on ceremony with each other."
Wang Chen smiled, first toasting the old immortal with a cup of wine, then began tasting the dishes Weiwei had made.
After trying them, he asked in surprise, "Weiwei, did you study cooking formally? Your dishes are no less delicious than those in restaurants."
Weiwei shook her head: "I learned all this from TV."
"Then you are really talented, to be able to learn to this level by yourself. If you ever received systematic training, you could probably take charge of the kitchen in a big restaurant," said Wang Chen with a smile.
