Sister Huan, standing to the side, summoned the courage to speak on Xia Qingqian's behalf: "Young Master, Miss Xia spent three hours simmering the soup. Her culinary skills rival those of a five-star chef."
Xia Qingqian couldn't handle such praise; she would blush whenever complimented. She lifted her eyes, shook her head gently, and said, "Sister Huan, you're exaggerating. I only make home-cooked meals; they can't compare with five-star chefs at all."
Sister Huan's exaggeration made her heart skip a beat. After all, the young master usually dined on five-star cuisine, where every dish was quite refined, unlike her makeshift approach.
"Hmm, as long as I say it's delicious." Beitang Yao said this as he finished a bowl of soup, and Sister Huan went forward to serve him another bowl.
Sister Huan teased, "See, even the young master says it's delicious." Looking at Xia Qingqian's modest demeanor, she thought this girl must be a good one; she saw a hint of Madam's aura in her.
