Yue Qingqing's scalp tingled for a moment, as if she could see the half-dead crab looking at her with a face full of disdain.
What, are we close? Why are you touching me?
Fu Ting was also startled, but then she covered it up with an awkward smile, "This, this dish is Drunken Crab—right?"
So, was the crab playing Drunken Fist?
She herself didn't sound too confident when saying it.
Jiang Jingze took a deep breath, finally no longer able to stand by and watch.
He rose to his feet, took everything off the table to the kitchen, and destroyed them one by one, then used the remaining ingredients to stir-fry two dishes.
The delicious aroma belatedly filled the air.
Finally, the kitchen was put to its intended use.
The meals from Four Seas Restaurant eventually arrived, and together with the dishes Jiang Jingze made, they finally made up a table full of delicious food, rich in color, aroma, and taste.
