This uncle fit Du Anrao’s image of a chef perfectly: in his early forties, with a square face, a slightly stout build, and a warm, enthusiastic smile.
"Dad, Mom, Uncle Du. This must be An'an, right? She’s such a bright-eyed, clever-looking child. I’m your Uncle Ruixiang. Was the food just now delicious? Was it to your liking?"
"It was delicious! I’ve never eaten anything so good before. You’re amazing, Uncle."
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