Su Ya echoed the sentiment, "In terms of cooking, this place shouldn't disappoint you!"
About fifteen minutes later, the owner of the old kitchen personally carried a clay pot to the table.
But one glance was enough to recognize Liu Hanyan.
In the high-end dining industry, Liu Hanyan's reputation was still incredibly high.
"Ms. Liu, hello, this is our family's forty-year legacy of clear stewed chicken soup, please enjoy it," the owner actively introduced to Liu Hanyan.
Liu Hanyan began to be the first to taste it.
When she put down the spoon, Liu Hanyan praised, "The chicken soup is really good! Your inspiration for the chicken soup should have come from 'boiled cabbage', right?"
"Indeed!" The owner did not deny.
"Then can your place make 'boiled cabbage'?" Liu Hanyan curiously asked.
"We can, but the effect isn't that good, so we don't plan to make 'boiled cabbage'," the owner said.
"What score would you give the chicken soup?" Luofeng asked.
