Realizing her blunder, Song Yinyin quickly shook her head: "No, it's nothing! Oh, Mr. President, please eat. If you find it delicious, I'll make it for you next time!"
President Shi Mai'er was quite surprised: "Oh, you can cook?"
"Yes," she nodded, "I learned from my mother. Although my cooking skills are not exceptional, I make pretty good longan sticky rice cakes."
"Looking forward to it."
President Shi Mai'er nodded, ate the longan sticky rice cake on his plate, and nodded: "Indeed, it tastes very good, but it doesn't seem as delicious as the ones I've had before."
"Have you had this kind of longan sticky rice cake before?"
Song Yinyin asked in surprise.
"Yes, I came to Imperial City more than twenty years ago, and a friend of mine could also make this kind of longan sticky rice cake."
Song Yinyin nodded and said: "Then your friend must have exceptional skills."
"That's true," responded President Shi Mai'er, seemingly lost in memories.
