"So Grandpa He is a chef!"
Eventually, she believed that the old man, who seemed to be a poet in ancient times, was a chef.
"Then, Grandpa He's cooking should be really good!" She looked at the elderly man in earnest.
Old He's interest was piqued when he heard her speak with surety.
"Why do you think that my cooking is great?"
Old He was indeed a legendary presence in the cooking arena.
Still, the little lass, who thought him to be a poet, should not know of that; thus, he asked her this question.
"That's because Grandpa He doesn't look like an average person at all!" She laughed and blinked at him.
"Ha ha! You, lass, have really good eyes!" Old He laughed aloud, seeming pleased with her bootlicking technique.
"Pwah!" The woman in Chinese traditional outfit could not stifle her laughter upon hearing their exchange.
