"Brother Wang, honestly, have you been practicing cooking since you were in the womb? I think the taste of this stew is comparable to a state banquet."
After the villagers finished eating, it was finally Cheng Dong and the others' turn. Wang Fan, Zhuo Qianqian, and Cheng Dong each held a big bowl and were eating.
Cheng Dong took a taste of the dish and was astonished. He knew it would be good, but he never expected it to be this delicious.
Even though he had watched every step in detail and Wang Fan had explained every detail, he never imagined it could taste this good.
After giving a few pieces of meat from his bowl to Zhuo Qianqian, Wang Fan smiled and said, "Brother Cheng, you're just hungry. It's just an ordinary stew."
Song Jianhua shook his head repeatedly, "Brother Wang, you're just being modest. Before I enlisted, I often dined at high-end restaurants, and your stew is definitely number one."
