Seeing Jiang Ran suddenly lower her face, afraid that she'd lose her temper the next second, the few people who were just staring in silence quickly nodded vigorously.
"I think it's great!" Wang Cuilan said earnestly, "Much better than what I cook."
Pei Baoshan followed up, nodding in agreement, "I think so too."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Cuilan shot him a glare.
Pei Baoshan felt baffled. He was clearly agreeing with her, so why was she glaring at him?
"I also think it's delicious, better than what I make," Pei Shanshan said softly.
Pei Shanshan had been helping Wang Cuilan in the kitchen since she was seven or eight years old.
It's been seven or eight years now.
She'd been cooking for so many years, and Jiang Ran hadn't stepped into a kitchen for three or four years.
Yet the dishes Jiang Ran made were much tastier than hers.
Thinking about this, Pei Shanshan felt a bit defeated.
