What... "methods"?
Hua Xiaomai was slightly startled, and she quickly looked toward Wang Tonghe, only to see the elder looking at her with a smile that was not quite a smile.
"Hmm... You're asking about the origins of how this noodle dish is made?" she said uncertainly, pursing her lips slightly, "Well, this is just something I came up with in my free time. I was only thinking about making it delicious, without being too particular about it, and I didn't follow any specific 'methods'—Why, is it not to your taste? That's easy to fix. I can make something different for you..."
Wang Tonghe waved his hand, cutting her off, "That's not what I'm asking about."
"Then what..." Hua Xiaomai became even more puzzled and couldn't help but glance at Wang Zhanrui, only to see that he was equally bemused.
However, the elder seemed to have shifted his attention elsewhere, taking a look around before saying out of the blue, "May I... take a look in your kitchen?"
