The lunch went on for a long time. As Juhua brought out one dish after another, everyone praised them endlessly.
Even so, when the most time-consuming dish, the braised large intestine, was finally served, it was still devoured by everyone in an instant. Chen Yu's eyes, in particular, lit up with amazement.
They hadn't made the pork stomach stuffed with chicken, of course—Juhua couldn't bear to kill a chicken, and Manager Mao didn't have the heart to ask her to. Besides, the dish wasn't complicated, just time-consuming, and the chicken required for it was expensive.
Manager Mao sighed and said, "Miss Juhua, you are truly brilliant. I've really learned something today."
Li Gengtian laughed. "Brother Changhe, you've raised your two children well. They're both so promising. I can tell Qingmu will have an amazing future too. You just wait and enjoy your comfortable life!"
Zheng Changhe kept spouting modest words, but his face was blooming with a wide smile.
