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Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss CH 370

Author:Nalanxian Category:urban Update time:2023-01-02 18:30:48

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Yi Lianfan recalled how he felt the soup could be smoother when he had sampled it earlier.

She was spot on that he had added too many lotus seeds.

“I will take note,” replied Yi Lianfan.

Huo Yao nodded her head.

She glanced at the dishes on the table and asked him.

“Were you the one who made all these dishes”

“Uh huh.

How did they taste” asked Yi Lianfan again.

Huo Yao gave him a thumbs up.

“You are a talented chef.”

Even though these were common dishes and the amount of herbs required were already standardized, each chefs cooking tasted different.

Yi Lianfans food had a great texture.

Huo Xiang pursed his lips sulkily.

What talent Was it not just cooking

He conveniently forgot that he had found them to be delicious when he ate them earlier.

Yi Lianfan looked proud as usual.

Among his generation in his clan, he was already the most talented chef, so he was naturally pleased to hear Huo Yaos comments.

After all, Huo Yao already defeated him academically, so he had to possess some other skills to uphold his image.

“I will leave you in peace to enjoy your dinner,” said Yi Lianfan.

After he left, Huo Xiang looked at his sister.

“This guy seems rather proud.”

Huo Yao glanced at him.

“Hes the top student in the entire level.

Of course, he is arrogant.”

Huo Xiang was instantly flabbergasted.

“Even though he is at the top, he ended up being a chef”

Absolutely mind-boggling.

“You shouldnt judge someone because of their work.” Huo Yao lowered her head and ate the soup.

Huo Xiang touched his nose.

“Why do you keep defending him”

“Werent you the one who kept targeting him” Huo Yao raised her head and looked at her fourth older brother helplessly.

Huo Xiang looked away guiltily.

“No ones targeting him.

I was just stating facts.”

Huo Yao said nothing.

The more she spoke, the touchier Huo Xiang would become.

Shortly after Yi Lianfan returned to the kitchen, the supervisor beside him could not help saying, “This young lady had said that your grandfathers new dishes were flawed the last time she came.”

Yi Lianfan picked up the chopper, but it froze in mid-air as he looked at the supervisor and asked him in surprise.

“Do you mean she sampled Grandpas new dishes”

The supervisor thought Yi Lianfan found it absurd when he noticed the shock on Yi Lianfans face.

He nodded and continued.

“Exactly.

Everyone else thought it was perfect, but she kept finding fault with it.”

Yi Lianfan recalled his grandfathers need for perfectionism and asked.

“Was Grandpa very happy when she said it”

The supervisor nodded.

He even told Yi Lianfan about how Old Mr.

Yi gave Huo Yao an identity nameplate.

Yi Lianfan was shocked before he swiftly comprehended what happened.

He glanced at the supervisor and could tell that he was biased against Huo Yao.

Yi Lianfan smiled and said, “It seems you dont have a keen grasp of my grandfathers personality yet.”

Despite Huo Yaos finding fault in the soup, her suggestions made a lot of sense, so his respect for her went up by a level.

From the looks of it, Huo Yao had knowledge of Chinese medicine.

Or else, his grandfather would not have invited her to his home to eat.

Yi Lianfan could not help feeling somewhat defeated at the thought.

He was just thinking about how he could not let her surpass him in other areas.

But look what happened

Yi Lianfan could not outshine her.

Instead, it was clear that he had to come to terms with the disparity between them.

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