Tried several dishes in a row, the taste was so familiar yet distinctly different.
The old man's heart was suddenly filled with excitement.
"These dishes..."
He pointed at the food, his fingers slightly trembling.
"Grandpa, does it taste okay?"
Baili Xia looked at him, asking with a sweet smile.
"Did you make this?" He looked sideways at Baili Xia, trying to keep his voice calm.
Although the taste of these dishes was very similar to those made by Chef Wang, there was something different.
The old man knew that Chef Wang could not possibly return, so how could these dishes be made by him?
Baili Xia nodded, smiling as she said, "I tried to replicate Chef Wang's taste, I wonder if it suits your palate?"
The old man's fingers paused in mid-air, forgetting to retract, and also forgot to answer Baili Xia's question.
After a while, he looked at Baili Xia, nodded lightly, his voice sounding somewhat emotional.
"It suits, it suits my palate very well, it's delicious."
