"Oh, you're truly my daughter. With a bit more practice, you'll soon surpass me." Zhang Meilan took a bite, her expression immediately melting into one of pure enjoyment. This is a truly heavenly delicacy.
"Really?" Tang De immediately picked up a piece of fish. After eating it, he said bluntly, "Are you kidding? Your cooking isn't even a tenth as good as our daughter's."
"If you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all!" Zhang Meilan's face flushed, and she quickly took another bite.
"You're both wrong. Qin Long made this. Isn't it exceptionally delicious?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Meilan immediately spat out the fish in her mouth. "How is that possible?" she asked, her face a mask of disbelief. She immediately switched to a spoon to have the soup instead. "I don't feel like eating fish today." With a look of disdain, she took a sip.
