Jiang Wen wasn't shy about it and started eating himself.
"Brother Ling, I'm not exaggerating for you, but during the Xi Shan Fan Festival, the dishes made by your chefs were at most only sixty or seventy percent as good as yours."
Ling Zhenfei said: "Getting sixty or seventy percent is already not easy, as there are so many people at the festival, with chefs working overtime, fatigue is inevitable.
Moreover, they're my apprentices, so it's normal that their skills are not as good as mine."
The two of them drank two cups, and then Murong Liuqing started eating too, seemingly having put aside her grudge.
Ling Zhenfei and Jiang Wen exchanged a slight smile, picked up their wine glasses, and drank another cup.
Jiang Wen said: "Last time, because of official duties, I couldn't dare to drink, I didn't realize the wine here is so tasty."
Ling Zhenfei said: "If it's tasty, drink more, I've got plenty of wine."
