With these thoughts, Lin Yuan casually spoke her mind to Zhuang Kangping.
After she finished, Lin Yuan didn't hear Zhuang Kangping's voice for a while. Unable to resist, she looked up and saw him staring at her excitedly, his face nearly spelling out the words "kindred spirit".
"Girl, you really are smart! Smarter than any of my disciples!"
Lin Yuan's face was deadpan as she once again heard Zhuang Kangping grumble about his bunch of useless disciples.
Though he called them incompetent, in reality, every single one of his disciples was quite remarkable. Master Niu was the head chef at the Drunken Immortal Tower, the most prestigious restaurant in Dayong; his closed-door disciple was an Imperial Chef in the palace; and the others were doing exceptionally well, too.
Yet, in Zhuang Kangping's eyes, none of these disciples could truly grasp the essence of culinary art.
