In the kitchen, Xue Wanyun was the head chef, with Zhao Yuan and Lin Xue assisting her.
While making fish soup, Xue Wanyun said with a broad smile, "Xiaozhao, I really didn't expect your calligraphy to stun all of your Grandpa Lin's friends. Let me tell you, his friends aren't just anybody. They're all renowned calligraphers in Rongcheng City, and even nationally, they're quite well-known."
Zhao Yuan's good performance made her feel proud as well. She already had a very favorable impression of Zhao Yuan, but after what had just happened, the more she looked at him, the more she liked what she saw. She couldn't help but sigh internally, 'Xiaoxue has such good taste; she really knows how to pick a boyfriend. Hmm, in that respect, she takes after me.'
"Aunt Xue, you're too kind. I was just scribbling randomly. I wouldn't dare compare myself to Grandpa Lin," Zhao Yuan replied humbly as he plucked and washed the vegetables.
