Dahu didn't dare get angry; he just looked at Gu Nian and said softly, "I think no matter if it's the dishes made yesterday or today's cold jelly, their taste is much better than my master's skills, so I was wondering if we should sell these recipes to the restaurant? I'm sure it will be very popular."
Lin Sanshui looked at Dahu and earnestly said, "It's fine to say that among our own family, but definitely don't bring it up in front of your master."
These days, anyone with some skill is quite proud.
To say that someone in their sixties, who's spent a lifetime honing their cooking skills, doesn't measure up to a little girl would surely offend people.
Dahu naturally understood this principle. "I definitely won't say it in front of my master." He's not stupid, after all.
Only then did Lin Sanshui breathe a sigh of relief, saying, "The recipes belong to your little sister, so whether or not to sell them is her decision; we can't make this choice for her."
