Cooking is just like that, the same process created by different people can yield vastly different results, as even the simplest egg fried rice can be graded from the highest to the lowest quality.
Clearly, although Ou Lan followed the process taught by Ou Chenghai to the letter, the end result was indeed less than desirable.
At the very least in terms of color, to someone like Jing Nianhui who was quite skilled in cooking, it was a disaster.
Still, Jing Nianhui maintained her composure gracefully, and although she didn't think much of the dish, she smiled without saying much.
It was Zhan Anqi, who had always found Ou Lan unpleasant, who snorted contemptuously, "Ou Lan, don't you feel embarrassed saying such nice things? Just by looking at the color, I can tell the dish is terrible, you've burnt away all the nutrition."
