Sang Yuan studied from morning till night, grinding for two straight days. He finally managed to learn those two dishes well enough that they looked the part.
When he heard Ni Guangli say, "You've grasped the key points of this dish," tears nearly welled up in his eyes.
Honestly, if he hadn't been afraid that his future father-in-law would get a bad impression of him after finding out the truth, he would have bolted during his twenty-third attempt at making honeycomb corn.
He had no idea what kind of masochist had invented this dish. It looked so simple, but when he tried to make it, there was always a problem with one step or another.
"Sigh, I have to say, Little Sang, you have a real talent for cooking. If time weren't so tight and you didn't have such a big company to run, I'd really want to teach you a few of my signature tricks!"
At the airport, Ni Guangli held Sang Yuan's hand with a wide smile, his words exceptionally generous.
