The sadness of a foodie

"How is it? does it taste good?" Ling Fenghua asked with anticipation and uneasiness. She looked like a little girl who had just learned how to do housework, who wanted to be praised by adults but was afraid that she would not do enough to disappoint them.

Sometimes, parents were more like children in front of their children.

"It's so delicious. This is the most delicious red braised meat I've ever had. " Ling Chuxi pouted her lips as she spoke with an intoxicated look on her face.

To the current Ling Chuxi, as long as it was a meal personally made by her mother, it was the most delicious food in the world. Moreover, her mother's cooking skills were indeed not bad.

"Silly child, you can't praise people like this." Ling Fenghua heaved a long sigh of relief. He was a little embarrassed by Ling Chuxi's praise.

"I'm not complimenting you. I'm serious. Even the top chefs in Southern Xia can't make such delicious dishes." Ling Chuxi said with a serious face.