Jiang Yu listened to these words and laughed, "How did you respond to that?"
"How else could I respond? I was curious too!"
Jia Dequan looked intently at Jiang Yu and asked,
"Come on, tell me, how do you cook Beijing-style dishes? I heard you even made a royal Blessed Pork that left those old folks amazed, it sounds unbelievable."
Jiang Yu raised his hand and touched his nose, feeling a bit embarrassed, and said, "If I say it's passed down from my ancestors, would you believe it?"
"Yeah, right!"
Jia Dequan rolled his eyes at Jiang Yu, leaned back on the sofa, and waved his hand, saying,
"Forget it, I'm too lazy to ask. I don't care how you make it, as long as I get to eat it."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yu immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, even if someone misses out, you definitely won't, Lao Jia."
"At least you still have some conscience!"
Jia Dequan couldn't help but smile at these words. He continued,
