Two hours later, Zhang Zhentian finally finished making the dishes his dad had mentioned. He carried the food to the dining table and called Old Master Zhang to eat. Old Master Zhang walked to the table, looked at the dishes, and his expression was dumbfounded.
"W-What kind of food is this?" Old Master Zhang pointed at the steamed fish and asked.
"This is the steamed fish you mentioned!"
"This is your steamed fish? Isn't steamed fish supposed to be a whitish color? The one you made—has it mutated or something? Why is it so black?" Old Master Zhang questioned Zhang Zhentian.
"Dad, I accidentally poured half a bottle of soy sauce while cooking," Zhang Zhentian replied timidly.
"What? You added soy sauce?!" This was the first time Old Master Zhang had ever heard of soy sauce being used in steamed fish.
Old Master Zhang pointed again, this time at the sweet and sour ribs, and asked Zhang Zhentian, "And what is this supposed to be?"
