While Yuan Zhou was cooking the rotten noodles in the iron pot, he was busy cooking other dishes. Meanwhile, Shuxin was waiting quietly in the corner. She didn't look at her phone, but instead looked at the kitchen carefully from time to time.
However, Shuxin was not tall. Even if she sat on the high chair, she could not see the pot inside. Moreover, she sniffed hard but could not smell the fragrance of the burnt noodles.
Or rather, she didn't smell anything.
"I wonder if it'll be the same as what I ate when I was young." Shu Xin was a little worried.
Actually, Shuxin wasn't worried that Yuan Zhou's food wouldn't taste good or wasn't authentic. She was just worried that it wouldn't be the same as what she had eaten when she was young.
Although it was Shuxin's first time to visit Yuan Zhou's restaurant, she had naturally heard of Yuan Zhou's well-known reputation in Chengdu.
