Sun Jiaming glanced at Gu'er. If she didn't want to do it, then no one could force her.
Gu'er looked at the middle-aged man. 'Is he interested in the recipe I mentioned?'
'No, he probably just misses his old way of life. That's why he wants to eat wild boar. If there's a new recipe, it's only natural he'd want to try it.'
'Should I do it, or not?'
'I'll do it.'
Gu'er made her decision in an instant.
It wasn't a decision born from a fear of authority. She was simply touched by the man's nostalgic sentiment; she had a soft spot for people who cherished the past.
"Originally, I wasn't planning on it. But seeing as you're a man who cherishes the past, Sir, I'm willing to cook. I don't know that many recipes, though, just a few. I hope you won't be disappointed."
