"It's possible too."
Yi Nuo thought for a moment and nodded.
What if he was talented at something else, wouldn't it be a big loss if he didn't continue?
"Then next time, we'll make something else. Mom knows how to make a lot of things. Even if we don't learn from mom, we can learn from dad; he knows how to cook even more dishes," he said.
Ever since he could remember, he saw dad in the kitchen, while mom only went in once or twice occasionally.
"Dad, next time you can teach us to make braised pork, that definitely won't be bitter," he said, looking up at his dad.
Just as Qian Jiyun was placing the fried lotus flowers on a plate as his wife instructed, he paused in his steps when he heard his son's words.
The fried lotus turned out like this, and his son wants to challenge the high-skill dish of braised pork?
"Alright, I'll teach you next time."
He held out the plate in front of the little guys.
