"Hey, this pilaf really hits the spot," Gu Boyuan said with a smile as he ate, then hastily added for Sister Yang's benefit, "Xiao Fang's mother, I'm not saying your cooking isn't good. It's just that Mingming's dad could open a restaurant with these skills. He makes it differently from you, so it tastes different."
"I know, I know." Sister Yang smiled at the table too. "I know his uncle's cooking is good. I couldn't make rice like this. I don't have the skill. I'll have to learn from his uncle sometime."
"It's just more meat and more oil," Li Long said as he ate. One good thing about his cooking was that he could always eat what he made, whether it was pilaf, soup rice, or anything else. He wasn't like some chefs who lost their appetite after breathing in cooking fumes while preparing a meal.
"Yes, exactly. Learn sometime, and then open a restaurant. Serve rice like this, and people are bound to love it," Gu Xiaoxia said too.
Li Long smiled without saying anything more. His cooking was decent, though not outstanding. He merely benefited from having seen more and encountered more innovations in his later life, and he experimented himself whenever he had time. During those years when he couldn't go out and could only experiment with cooking in his own courtyard, he had really come up with all sorts of variations.
Once the meal was over, those who had work went to work, and those who had school went to school. In the end, only a little crust remained in the pot. Li Long suggested having rice porridge and a couple of stir-fried vegetable dishes that evening.
After all, lunch had been heavy on oil and meat. They needed to balance it out at dinner,