"Alright, I'll trust you this time!"
With her worries washed away, she said excitedly and eagerly, "Bro! I made a lot of my specialty dishes today, come and try them."
"Really? Then I'll have to give them a try."
After speaking, Lin Yifan sat down at the dining table, picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks, and said, "I've tasted your 'pepper' meat before, I hope today's double-cooked pork won't disappoint me."
"Don't worry, bro! I guarantee you'll be satisfied today," Lin Yifei promised, patting her chest.
Thinking about the "pepper meat" from those days brought a smile to her face.
Back then, she was too young, only seven years old, and didn't know how to cook.
That time, her brother had caught a few small fish from the river, and because she was so hungry, she asked him to clean the fish.
After the fish were cleaned, her brother was too tired to do anything else, and she, wanting to reward her brother, decided to cook herself.
