The Descendant of the Imperial Chef

Qin Xi never expected Luo Xiujuan to be a descendant of an imperial chef. It was no wonder why she could prepare a table full of delicacies.

She had always thought that Luo Xiujuan was ingenious, but she did not expect her background to be so prestigious.

For some people, no matter how much they learned, even if the recipes were extremely detailed, they could make it. For the talented people, they could make a dish by just looking at the process once.

Qin Xi did not have such talent, but the food she made was edible nonetheless.

"Alright, stop looking. Hurry up and eat. It won't taste good if it gets cold." Seeing that they were staring at the food on the table without eating, Han Dazhu quickly reminded them.

Everyone looked embarrassed. Liu Dequan laughed heartily and patted Han Dazhu on the shoulder. "The juniors won't sit before us. Don't talk so much. Hurry up and take a seat. Otherwise, these children will be hungry."