Xia Lu huffed out of the study, finding it impossible to reason with that kind of person.
Turning around, she noticed Mrs. Zhang bustling in the kitchen, so she went over, lifted the pot lid, and was greeted by a waft of delicious aroma. "What's this?"
"This is the chicken broth for wontons. I'm preparing it tonight so we can cook them first thing tomorrow morning."
"Oh~" Xia Lu remembered, "It's that dish I had last time, it was really tasty."
"Hahaha," Mrs. Zhang laughed, "speaking of last time, I still find it so funny. It was the same chicken broth and wontons, and I made the broth, yet you wouldn't eat the wontons I made. Instead, you just had to have the ones made by the master."
Xia Lu puffed her cheeks and placed a hand on her shoulder, "I didn't want to~ honestly, his cooking really isn't as good as yours, Mrs. Zhang~ Here, let me give you a massage so you don't get periarthritis of the shoulder and affect the quality of our meals at home."
