Right in the middle of the dinner table, was a large plate with Gu Yuu’s chili crab along with the rest of the other seafood that was in her wok piled into a small mountain. Thankfully, Ms. Huan also made other dishes tonight, so that wasn’t the only thing on the dinner table.
With a whole table filled with food, though unwilling, it’d be impolite of me to not invite Ma Jia to stay for dinner.
Not that it was a difficult thing to do. I’ve only began to mention it and she immediately nodded, “I’ve been curious about what kind of cook our Mr. Sang have for a while now.”
Sitting ourselves down on the dinner table, I helped Ma Jia to a fleshy chili crab. She took a bite and raised her thumb, “Your Ms. Huan really is a brilliant cook. Tangy and spicy, and you can just taste how fresh the ingredients are.”
I laughed and introduced the “cook” responsible for that, giving Gu Yuu a pat on the back, “Here’s our promising young chef responsible for that dish.”
Despite having mistook Gu Yuu’s cooking for Ms. Huan’s, the merry dinner mood remains unaffected by this little interlude. Ma Jia skillfully picked away at her chili crab. I hadn’t known that it was possible, but somehow, she was able to finish her crab and all the while doing so in perfect elegance, while Gu Yuu and I looked like two uncivilized barbarians chomping down on hard crab shells.