Mr. Chen looked at Jiang Xue with surprise and said, "Girl, not bad, you even tasted the flavor of your mother's cooking."
"Sorry to make you laugh, Mr. Chen."
"These dishes are pretty good too, have a taste of each." Under Mr. Chen's eager gaze, Jiang Xue tried all the other dishes.
Although she can cook herself, the difference is clear when a chef cooks—the flavors are just different. The food was so delicious that she almost wanted to swallow her tongue.
At that moment, Jiang Xue silently vowed to earn more money. Even if she can't cook such delicious dishes, she can at least afford to eat here often in the future.
After they finished eating, they sat in the restaurant for a while before paying the bill and leaving. Jiang Xue was the one treating, and Mr. Chen didn't fight over the bill with her.
Luckily, the meal wasn't too expensive, just over two hundred yuan. In the past, Jiang Xue would have felt a pinch, as she had no money then.
