"Hello."
Wang Fan, who was tidying up the kitchen, heard a voice and looked up to see a stranger. He stopped what he was doing and said, "Hello, can I help you with something?"
Xue Feng got straight to the point: "My name is Xue Feng, I'm from Guangfu, and I also study Cantonese Cuisine."
Wang Fan was even more puzzled. Also studying Cantonese Cuisine, but I don't specialize in it, right? You're not here to compete with me in cooking, are you?
That shouldn't be so boring, right?
"Oh hello, I've indeed been researching Cantonese Cuisine a lot recently."
Xue Feng nodded, "I didn't come here for any particular reason. To be honest, I've been learning Cantonese Cuisine for almost 20 years, but after eating the barbecued pork rice you made today, I realized I'm not as good as you. So I wanted to ask you a question. How do you make your dishes so well?"
