Gao Hui was also very emotional. This was the first time he had heard his Little Junior Sister tell a whole paragraph of the book. It was indeed of high quality, although her voice was soft.
He had wanted to say a few more words, but who knew that a strange fragrance would sweep through the tip of his nose. It had a unique fragrance of fire, making him want to see what dish had such a strong fragrance.
She turned around and saw a plate of snow-white flowers blooming on the black porcelain plate. The contrast between the black and white made the flowers look even whiter, and their blooming posture was very elegant and natural.
When he got closer, he realized that the White flowers were actually fried cuttlefish meat. If he didn't look carefully, he wouldn't have been able to tell. Whether it was the color or the cutting technique, they were all very outstanding.
"Well-deserved reputation." Gao Hui praised.
