Shen Chuwei generously praised, "They learn pretty fast, and the flavors they produce aren't bad either."
Lin Xian glanced at the dishes in front of him, which were somewhat different from what Shen Chuwei had described—they lacked finesse in appearance.
"You've been teaching them culinary skills?"
"Not exactly teaching them on purpose; if they are willing to watch and learn, I just teach them along the way." Shen Chuwei smiled and pointed to the dishes in front of her, "Look, now I don't have to cook myself to enjoy these dishes."
Lin Xian looked at the table's spread again. It was an unexpected gain, and he lifted the corners of his mouth, the smile very faint.
The commotion in the room last night had been quite noticeable. Qin Xiao's kung fu was not weak, and even from a distance, he had heard it.
Watching the warm scene before him, Qin Xiao believed that his Master would soon regain his memory, and he silently withdrew.