A bowl of double-layered milk, a pudding, and a large bowl of milk tea—all finished.
Master Jiang wiped his mouth with a handkerchief contentedly and said, "It's alright."
"So it's not quite to your taste? I was considering serving you another portion, but if that's the case, I wouldn't want to trouble you," Meng Yao said with a smile, "An brother, you love eating, have more."
"You! When did I say it wasn't to my taste?" Master Jiang was agitated.
Meng Yao laughed.
Master Jiang immediately realized she was doing it intentionally.
So he snorted, "You woman, how can you lack humility like this? Also, do you think getting my approval so easily? In Qingzhou Prefecture, there are only two restaurants that have received my 'alright'. 'Alright' is to leave room for your improvement."
"If you praise how delicious it is, I would be more willing to make it," Meng Yao replied.
"It's delicious, delicious, is that okay now?" Master Jiang huffed, his beard puffing.
