163 Yin Xueyang's pride was crushed! Am I really that cheap!_2
Let him know that not just anyone can mess with me, and Li Zhiyan is no exception.
He returned to the dining table with his bowl and chopsticks.
Li Zhiyan began to taste the braised abalone cooked by Yin Xueyang, his fondness for abalone was genuine.
Whether it was grilled or braised, or even stewed in soup.
Li Zhiyan always enjoyed it thoroughly.
"Chief Yin, your abalone tastes pretty good,"
"The seasoning is just right, and the heat control is perfect too."
Li Zhiyan praised Yin Xueyang's culinary skills.
Yin Qiang, listening to all this, cursed under his breath, calling Li Zhiyan a fool for still having the appetite to eat here.
He had no idea that his doom was about to descend upon him.
Li Zhiyan ate carelessly.
He found that middle-aged women seemed to have particularly good cooking skills, whether it was Aunt Fang or Wu Auntie, or even Auntie Jiang, they all made excellent dishes.
No matter where he went, he could always enjoy a great meal.