"Is that so?" Mr. Huang, looking surprised, glanced at Jiang Xue and asked, "Can you cook Jiangnan cuisine?"
"Just a little. Could it be, Mr. Huang, that you're from Jiangnan?"
"You're right, I'm from Yangzhou. I've been here for decades, and I miss the taste of Yangzhou cuisine. I wonder if Miss Jiang can make it?"
"My skills aren't great. If Mr. Huang doesn't mind, I can give it a try."
"Really? That's wonderful!" Mr. Huang was somewhat excited and immediately instructed the person next to him, "Go prepare the ingredients, and later, please have Miss Jiang make a Yangzhou dish."
Jiang Xue was a bit dumbfounded; this Mr. Huang was really straightforward. She was just being polite, but he went ahead and arranged it.
Fortunately, she genuinely knew how to make Yangzhou cuisine, otherwise, she would have been quite embarrassed. Speaking of cooking, she had to thank her past life for having run a restaurant.
