Liang Yinqiu's eyes lit up instantly: "Chef Huang is absolutely right, food therapy is indeed better than taking medicine. But this stomach-nourishing porridge, can you make it?"
"Of course I can!"
Huang Jun nodded confidently, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth: "I happen to have a simple and easy-to-make recipe for stomach-nourishing porridge, and the ingredients are not complicated. I can prepare it and let Mayor Yang try it, hoping to bring some relief to his uncomfortable stomach."
Liang Yinqiu was delighted: "That's wonderful, Chef Huang, thank you for your willingness to help. Once Mayor Yang finishes his tasks, I'll personally bring him to the kitchen to find you, so he can properly taste your health-preserving porridge."
Huang Jun smiled slightly, replying sincerely: "Director Liang, you're too kind. Being able to contribute to our kindergarten and offering comfort and satisfaction to Mayor Yang is something I am happy to do."
