"Thank you, Auntie! I'll do it myself!" Ling Qingxue picked up a piece of lychee and put it in her mouth. After tasting it, she gave it a thumbs up and said with a smile,"it tastes very good! Aunty, I think it's not worse than the chef of our Ling Ji restaurant!"
Fang Liyun smiled and waved her hand,"You ... You're exaggerating! How can I compare to a chef! Besides, your family is an authentic three mountains restaurant, and the main dish is the local specialty. The lychee meat must be very authentic. You're just trying to make me happy!"
"It's true! Auntie, I'm not lying to you!" Ling Qingxue said,"I can't say for sure if I've never tried other dishes, but you've definitely mastered the essence of this lychee meat!"
The effect of praise from different people would definitely be different. Ling Qingxue's family was in the gastronomic industry, and they specialized in authentic local food. Therefore, she definitely had a say in the dish of lychee meat.