"Yes." Le Yao was happy. "No matter what, I'm his daughter. Since I'm here, it doesn't make sense not to congratulate him."
The food in this top-notch Western restaurant was indeed well-cooked. Everyone was satisfied.
However, Qiao Qiao still said regretfully, "Baby, I still think your cooking is more delicious, especially the dessert. For some reason, I feel that there's something missing from the tiramisu here."
Song Qiaoqiao and the others, who had tried Le Yao's cooking, hurriedly nodded in agreement.
"For the sake of your flattery, I'll make it for you when we get back." Le Yao smiled. She really liked to cook. When she was a tour guide in the past, she always had to taste the local delicacies whenever she went somewhere. Then, she would take advantage of her job to ask the chef in the hotel restaurant how to make them. Then, she would try to make them when she got home.
Her brother also liked to eat her cooking the most.
