"Really?" Meng Shuqing's eyes lit up instantly. Looking at An Bai, she said, "Then, can we meet often in the future, and will you still make fried spare ribs for me?"
This fried spare ribs, aside from being made by Grandpa Tang Zhengde to her taste, An Bai's version was the best!
No one knew what magic An Bai used; a dish of fried spare ribs made Meng Shuqing yearn for it constantly. She had tried it in many places, but no matter where, it never tasted as good as An Bai's!
"I'll make it for you tomorrow." An Bai's lips slightly curled up. His efforts to secretly acquire the chef certificate had paid off.
"Xiao Bai, you're the best!"
Meng Shuqing laughed happily, her round apricot eyes curved like crescent moons. Thinking about eating the longed-for fried spare ribs tomorrow made her extremely happy.
"Xiaoqing, I make delicious food for you, but surely I can't do it for free?" An Bai said, raising an eyebrow.
