Because Ji Guangsheng had been sick, they really hadn't skimped on making this Matsutake Porridge at home, but even so, it never tasted as good as when Uncle Guang made it.
The aroma was rich and enduring without being sickly; the rice was soft and glutinous with a hint of sweetness.
Compared to Uncle Guang, the chef they'd specially hired from a restaurant for a handsome sum could only make something that was barely edible. The difference in taste was like night and day.
Before Uncle Guang even spoke, Tangtang proudly began showing off as if she were presenting a treasure.
"These are all made by my daddy. Daddy's cooking is super-duper amazing!"
The little one was practically Uncle Guang's biggest fan and fervent cheerleader.
Her cute and tsundere demeanor brought laughter to everyone present.
The atmosphere in the room was extremely harmonious.
"It seems Tangtang really loves her daddy, huh?" Wu Shuhui said with a gentle smile.