"Wow, bro, this is delicious!"
"Wow, bro, this one is also delicious!"
"Bro, this one is the best!"
"Bro, you're amazing! After just one trip to Zhiwei Restaurant, you've made snacks this tasty. If Dad had listened to Uncle back then and sent you to Zhiwei Restaurant to learn, wouldn't your snacks be out of this world now?"
Qin Luo's cheerful voice echoed in the living room.
Zhao Rong was smiling while watching her daughter with a bun in one hand and a roll in the other, ignoring the four plates of home-cooked dishes on the table. Upon hearing what Qin Luo said, her expression changed instantly. She hardened her face and tapped Qin Luo's hand with chopsticks.
"What are you saying, child? What do you mean your dad should have sent your brother to Zhiwei Restaurant earlier? Do you know what kind of environment Zhiwei Restaurant is?"
