After trying one dish after another, Su Xiaochi couldn't stop praising them, "Not bad, not bad, Xiao Tiantian really has inherited Uncle Yang's true skill."
"That's right!"
Yang Tiantian immediately felt proud; this was what she excelled at.
"Boss, how is it? Tasty, right?"
"Delicious. You've been busy all morning, sit down and eat too."
As someone who was hopeless in the kitchen, Tang Shu truly admired people like Yang Tiantian, who could turn food into an art form.
Halfway through breakfast, Yang Tiantian casually asked about the day's schedule.
"Oh right, we don't have to go to the set today, so what are we doing after breakfast?"
After a bowl of rice soup, Tang Shu felt warm all over. She picked up a wet wipe and cleaned her hands.
"I'll go to the basement, there are still some medicines that need to be made. Take the small porcelain bottles I made last night to the kiln factory and give them to President Wang."
"Got it."