"No need to apologize." Chi Cheng's eyes were as gentle as moonlight, "Were those dishes actually taught to you by someone else, right?"
"It was the servant Zhang Ma who taught me..." An Ran nodded, suddenly surprised, "Brother, how did you know?"
"I don't believe in such coincidences in the world."
At first, Chi Cheng was indeed deeply trapped in sorrow, but as reason gradually returned, so did his intelligence.
How could it be such a coincidence, the things made by the little rabbit were exactly the same as the last few dishes his mother made for him before she passed?
Another interpretation of being overly coincidental is deliberate arrangement.
An Ran listened dumbly, finally realizing, "You mean Zhang Ma was bribed by someone to deliberately teach me to make these dishes?"
Although he was the one who guided An Ran to this layer of consideration, he still approved by patting the little rabbit's head, "Ranran is really smart."
