"How does it taste?"
After nearly two hours of busy work, Fang Weiguo brought a bottle of wine.
Maotai.
Without any hesitation, Jiang Chen raised his thumb, "Uncle Fang, your braised preserved meat with old cucumber is truly authentic! Do you have any secret recipe? No wonder you didn't let Aunt Pan and Fang Qing into the kitchen earlier. Were you worried they'd steal your techniques?"
Fang Weiguo chuckled.
"You have good taste, kid. This is something I researched myself; you can't find this flavor anywhere else. And this dish of sticky rice fish, I've skillfully integrated and improved upon online recipes..."
"Alright. Jiang compliments you, and you take it seriously. Look at Qing Qing, she doesn't even want to taste your preserved meat."
"That's because this girl doesn't like preserved goods or greasy stuff. I think eating in moderation is fine; will a few pieces of meat really make you fat?"
"Uncle, why bring out such good wine? It's too extravagant."
