Both of them entered the kitchen, and Elder Zhao watched Lin Xia add the seasonings, telling her how much to put in.
Elder Zhao felt dizzy listening, "Xiaolin, if I can't learn this in one go, I'll have to come several more times to get it right!"
She was worried about forgetting at her age; what if she got it wrong and the dish turned out badly, wouldn't that be a waste of meat?
"No worries! Elder! If you're worried about not marinating it well, just give me a shout whenever you want to eat, and I'll prepare it for you!"
It's hard to get the seasoning right at the beginning, and making a dish that doesn't taste good would be a waste.
She was close to Elder Zhao; this small favor seemed trivial to her.
Elder Zhao's face immediately brightened with a smile, "Xiaolin, that's wonderful! Now, I won't worry! We get along so well, I won't bother putting on airs with you!" She then glanced in the direction of the living room.
