Back then, it was his excellent cooking skills that won over the palates of Hong Qigong and Zhou Botong, allowing Guo Jing to learn the divine skills of these two Five Greats.
"That's wonderful! Madam Guo, please let us try the dishes and give us some pointers." Lu Wushuang was very happy.
Zhao Min asked curiously, "I've heard that each cook is only proficient in one type of cuisine. Some are good at imperial dishes, some at side dishes, some at staple foods and noodles, and some at snacks and pastries. I wonder which one Madam Guo is good at."
Huang Rong smiled and said, "I know a little bit about everything."
Upon hearing this, Wanyan Ping quickly offered up some fried dough she had baked herself, saying, "Madam Guo, please try this fried dough and see how it is."
"Hmm, it smells nice, but there's too much oil in it."
Huang Rong took a bite of the fried dough made by Wanyan Ping and gave her a comment.
Wanyan Ping didn't understand: "Oil cake, oil cake, how can it taste good if there's not much oil?"
Huang Rong smiled and said, "Knowing when to stop is the best approach. Come, let me teach you."
"Can you make fried dough sticks too?"
"I told you, I know a little bit of everything."
Huang Rong personally took charge, and after a while, she made fragrant and crispy fried dough cakes and served them to the girls.
"It smells so good." Wanyan Ping ate it in big bites, praising it as she ate: "I have never eaten such delicious fried dough."
Lu Wushuang also took a bite and was so excited she almost cried. "This is so delicious! Why did you let me taste such a delicious fried dough? What if I can never eat it again?"
The girls ate with great relish. Seeing that they were unsophisticated and had never tasted good food before, Huang Rong felt quite happy and accomplished.
"What are you eating? It smells so good!" Li Mochou walked in.
Hong Lingbo quickly handed her a fried dough cake: "Master, try this, it's delicious."
"It must have been made by Wanyan Ping again. It's not like we haven't eaten it before. How delicious could it be?"
Li Mochou took it with some skepticism, took a bite, and immediately her eyes lit up with joy.
"This is so delicious! What did they put in it? It wasn't onions, was it?"
"Of course not," Huang Rong said with a smile. "Master Li, would you like to learn? I can teach you."
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