Li Guizhi glanced at her daughter and said, "Look at how Xiao Zong talks! It's so pleasant to listen to him!"
Jiang Xiaoli pushed the food towards her, saying, "If you feel comfortable, please eat more."
Li Guizhi smiled, picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks, tasted it, and her expression changed. She then quickly tasted all the dishes.
She asked, "Is this the restaurant you used to go to?"
Jiang Xiaoli nodded. "Yes, what do you think?"
Li Guizhi frowned deeply, and after a long while she sighed, "It seems I'm still far from being a professional chef."
Zong Jiayu suggested, "Godmother, there are exchange associations for various cuisines now. If you are interested, you can try to join one. Maybe it will inspire you."
"There's such a thing? I thought people here were all about mentoring and passing down knowledge to newcomers."
Jiang Xiaoli thought for a moment, "With so many cuisines in China with such a long history, the old methods are definitely not enough to better preserve them. If you're interested, I can ask around for you?"
Zong Jia chuckled lightly, "No need. The Chinese Culinary Association is currently advertising on 'Sohu.com.' I'll get in touch with them for my godmother. They have a professional committee of renowned chefs in Kyoto."
Li Guizhi didn't quite understand this. "The Celebrity Chefs Professional Committee? That sounds impressive."
“Yes, that’s really impressive,” Zong Jiayu explained. “I don’t know the specifics, but one of their tasks is to conduct culinary skills training to promote the growth of a new generation of Chinese cuisine talents. I think my godmother would be very suitable.”
Li Guizhi smiled, "Then I'll trouble Xiao Zong to help me find out."
"Okay, no problem."
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