When Lu Fan heard Jiang Silu's praise, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He then smiled. "Really? You're not just saying that to make me happy, are you?"
Jiang Silu shook her head and said affirmatively, "It's really good. It tastes like Mom's cooking."
Although Lu Fan was only pretending to ask, he could tell Jiang Silu wasn't lying.
You can't fake the look on someone's face when they're truly happy.
This surprised him a little. He never would have thought he had a talent for cooking.
Before he could get too happy, Jiang Silu giggled and whispered, "But I think you put a little too much sugar in the sweet and sour pork. It's a bit cloying~"
"I heard from your mom that you like sweet things, so I figured I'd add a little extra sugar. I guess it backfired," Lu Fan chuckled.
"But for your first time making sweet and sour pork, this is already amazing." Jiang Silu was still very encouraging.
