"Auntie, you seem very confident in your cooking skills!"
Lin Baici teased.
"My ancestors were Court Chefs, and my dad is an old chef, I learned some things from him."
Wang Fang introduced.
"Imperial Chef? Cooked for the Emperor?"
Lin Baici got interested.
"Yes!"
When Wang Fang talked about these things, she felt a bit nostalgic and sad.
Her husband married into her family, to keep their family restaurant going. Unexpectedly, he turned to drinking, gambling, and womanizing, ending up with a huge debt before running away.
The restaurant went bust too.
"How good are you?"
Lin Baici was curious and took out his phone: "Auntie, let me add you as a friend."
"I was my dad's assistant chef, for two years I was the main chef to keep the restaurant business going!"
Wang Fang quickly took out her phone and opened WeChat: "I'll add you!"
Lin Baici glanced over, Auntie Wang's phone seemed to have been used for six or seven years, not only worn out but even the screen was cracked.
