Yao Shi listened to this and smiled knowingly.
Zhao Meng, on the other hand, had a rare blush on his old face.
Reflecting inwardly, he realized that the reason today's matter was resolved smoothly was mainly thanks to Fu Yu's culinary skills.
If it weren't for his ability to cook a different version of mock crab, who knows how things might have turned out.
And his timely and decisive agreement to let Fu Yu take charge was because, besides Fu Yu, no one else in the kitchen could make this dish.
Actually, the situation was quite difficult at the time.
But since Fu Yu said so... Zhao Meng still felt quite pleased, and he quietly nodded.
That one "hmm" seemed so bland, yet it made Yao Shi full of envy.
What kind of good fortune does Zhao Meng have?
Casually taking on an apprentice and ending up with such a promising talent.
If back then he had taken an apprentice, could he possibly have someone like Fu Yu by his side, obedient, sensible, perceptive, and extremely capable?
