Hanghang's dad's words were like a stone thrown into Huang Jun's heart lake, causing ripples and making him instantly plunge into deep thought.
Logically speaking.
The noodles for this iron pot stewed dish were meticulously rolled using a rolling pin produced by the system, offering a delicate and elastic texture that surely satisfies the taster's pursuit of texture.
At the same time, he carefully followed every step of the recipe provided by the system, which should present an astounding taste and flavor.
This was fully verified in the kitchen...
Liu Suyu and others had already tasted this iron pot stewed dish, and they all nodded in praise, finding it delicious and unforgettable.
However...
Why was there a hint of regret when it reached Hanghang's dad's mouth?
Of course.
He knew well that with his current culinary skills, there were still many areas needing improvement.
Even the smallest flaw could be keenly noticed by some discerning diners.
Therefore.
