At the dining table, Yang Ye noticed the Rice Noodle Rolls, eyebrows arched in interest. They were indeed new to him.
The semi-transparent wrap of the Rice Noodle Rolls enfolded shrimp, accompanied by the sauce mixed by Qiao Xiaomai, tasted quite delectable.
Consistently high standard as always.
Yang Ye glanced at Qiao Xiaomai while leisurely finishing the entire serving of Rice Noodle Rolls. Wiping the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, he said, "Teach my chef this recipe."
"Sure," Qiao Xiaomai agreed.
"How much for it?" Yang Ye asked.
Qiao Xiaomai widened her eyes and quickly said, "No need, this is an appreciation for your generosity."
"You still owe me ten thousand taels of silver," Yang Ye reminded.
"The Prince didn't specify a deadline, I'll be able to pay it off within three years," she assured.
"So confident?"
"My cooking skills are good," Qiao Xiaomai replied with a modest smile.
At her words, Yang Ye huffed, "So, what else are you planning to cook?"