It turned out that cooking really did require talent.
No matter how long some people studied, it was of little use, because they could not suppress the creativity in their hearts. They were always thinking of using their own ideas to make all sorts of novel attempts.
Though new dishes were indeed invented this way, it had little to do with such people.
That was right—he was talking about a certain little girl who could make cooking explode.
Fortunately, Anno did not yet have creativity itching to make trouble. For now, what she had learned from Yao Ziyan was enough to take her a long time to fully absorb and master.
"How is it?"
Expectation shimmered in the elf girl's eyes, mixed with a faint unease, like a student waiting for the teacher to announce the grades after an exam.
Success or failure hinged on this one move.
"It's very good." Yao Ziyan took a taste and praised her with a smile.
"Although it's not as good as Little Yao, it has already surpassed most members of the culinary world." Luo Chuan patted Anno on the shoulder approvingly.
"Don't make it sound like it was all your credit." Yao Ziyan bumped him aside with her shoulder.
Compared with usual, breakfast ended much later today.
But it did not matter. The Hearthstone Tavern had now set out on much the same path as the Origin Mall. The customers were already mature customers; they would arrange their own time.
Facts proved that self-service was the direction of the future.
Anno stayed upstairs, saying that she had encountered a few problems while preparing breakfast herself and planned to study them carefully.
Yao Ziyan asked whether she needed help answering them, but the elf girl politely declined.
When facing a problem, one did not