"Do you think there's been a strange error with our plane's navigation, redirecting the flight destined for Europe to Northeast instead...?"
Upon seeing the dishes brought to the table, Ansheng cast a peculiar glance at the German-style potato salad, smoked pork hock with sauerkraut and pickles, then turned to Zhang Lin with a weird expression and asked.
"...Please don't ask me, I don't understand either." Zhang Lin replied with a polite smile, lowering her voice.
Expecting the young ladies to have culinary skills is rather unrealistic.
But they came for the family's task, which was to win favor with Master Fuli and establish preliminary contact and communication.
They each selected some specialty dishes from their family's country, with guidance from the cooks, personally completed the rather simple assembly, and presented them at the dining table.
