"Thank you, Mrs. Fang! I can help myself!" Ling Qingxue popped a piece of lychee pork into her mouth. After a brief taste, she gave a thumbs up with a bright smile. "This is incredibly authentic! Honestly, Mrs. Fang, I don't think it's any worse than what the head chef at our Ling Ji restaurant makes!"
Fang Liyun beamed with joy, waving her hands dismissively. "Oh, you child... You're exaggerating! How could I possibly compare to a head chef? Besides, your family runs an authentic three mountains restaurant that specializes in local dishes. Your lychee pork is definitely the gold standard. You're just trying to make me happy!"
"It's true! I'm not lying, Mrs. Fang!" Qingxue insisted. "I can't speak for the other dishes since I haven't tried them yet, but you have absolutely mastered the essence of this lychee pork!"
