"Do you like the food?" He Qiaomin was asking Wei Wenlan, who was sitting diagonally across from her, smiling warmly.
It almost made Wei Wenlan let her guard down and blurt out that it was quite suitable to her taste.
But she became alert all of a sudden. Actually, not all of these dishes were to her liking. She liked spicy food, and overly bland dishes weren't quite to her taste. Moreover, she wasn't very fond of sweet-flavored meat either.
Her mind was racing, and she finally focused on a dish she particularly enjoyed and asked, "Sister He, how is this dish made? It's really delicious."
Guests complimenting the food naturally made He Qiaomin happy, as she happened to know how to make that dish herself, so she started explaining to Wei Wenlan how to make it. After she finished, she casually added, "Can you remember it this way?"
