"But in the countryside, there aren't so many formalities. They eat homemade dishes every day. Aside from radishes and cabbages, the vegetables are the greens she grows in the fire pit. The meat is from livestock raised at home, and the flour is ground from wheat they grow themselves."
"It's all home cooking, but the skills are very good. It's not just Grandpa Emperor who says it's good; many people say so."
As soon as Yang Hao finished speaking, Yao Xian didn't get the chance to reply before Yang Zheng cut in, "But the taste of this Chicken Soup isn't that great."
"Hmm...but Dad enjoyed it quite a bit." Looking at the several people present, Yang Hao started to feel uncertain. Why were the tastes of his family members suddenly so different?
"Then Dad can try the Imperial Kitchen's skills later. You haven't been in the Palace for half a year, and now that you're back, I'll have them make all their specialties for you!" Yang Zheng said, batting his big eyes.