Chapter 345: The Mighty Cook Soldier of the Gluttonous Empire

The sauce was a bit salty, but there was no helping it, putting in less salt might spoil it. As for the taste, to Gao Yang, there could be no flavor better than this in the world.

Cui Bo rolled noodles that were actually quite decent, not bad for someone who had been a chef for two years, even though Cui Bo had only been able to work as a chef in so-called Chinese restaurants that specifically rip off foreigners. But he had the basic skills, at least the noodles he made were quite chewy.

Everyone knew what that jar of sauce meant to Gao Yang, so consciously or unconsciously, Gao Yang upstaged the host and became the one treating everybody at Frey's home.

When Gao Yang served bowl after bowl of the noodles, the person receiving the bowl would thank him solemnly and then sit up straight, waiting seriously for Gao Yang to start eating with them. The mood during the meal was solemn and respectful, even more formal and serious than gourmets assessing a fancy dish.