"My Lord, it is my honor that you appreciate my cooking skills. However, my culinary techniques are rudimentary and not advanced enough for public recognition. You are accustomed to the unique dishes from various places, and so my simple rice porridge and dishes may seem appetizing now. But after a few more meals, you might grow tired of them."
Her mind raced rapidly, and Qiao Xiaomai came up with an excuse.
A sensation of thrill and excitement did not color her small face as expected, which puzzled Yang Ye. He lightly exclaimed and pointed his slender finger at the dishes on the table, "Which of these is the rice porridge and simple dishes you're talking about?"
Among these eight dishes and one soup, even the simplest stir-fried mustard greens required numerous condiments.
Not to mention the Braised Pork and Sweet Potato Glaze, dishes he hadn't even seen in the palace.