The utterance of the person was easily heard by Sun Ming at the side when he was drinking the seaweed soup. As soon as he gulped down the soup, he said.
"The craftsmanship of this brother of mine is impeccable. You are definitely lucky to eat the dishes at the mentioned price."
Sun Ming spoke quite earnestly with certainty.
"He’s your brother?" What Whiskers cared about was nevertheless the trifles rather than the taste of the dishes.
"Of course. Look, the person who was cooking like a god is exactly my brother," Sun Ming said with an expression of pride while pointing at Yuan Zhou, who was cooking the set meal in the kitchen,
"Oh, really? He seems to be good at cooking, indeed." Whiskers appeared to be a foodie, too.
