Nangong Mo looked down at the sweet potato in his hand, frowning as he inspected it carefully.
"It shouldn't be burnt... right?"
"Not burnt? Why do I smell something burnt?"
Nangong Mo stood up, holding the sweet potato on a fork, and walked to Yun Ran to show it to her.
"The skin is puffed up, showing a reddish-black color. A gentle knock makes a hollow sound. If you smell it, there's a sweet and mellow aroma. It should be what you call crispy outside and tender inside."
Yun Ran eyed the sweet potato, red turned black, hard turned rigid. She then glanced at his face, which seemed to say 'I roasted the perfect sweet potato, praise me quick,' and her mouth twitched slightly.
"I think it's crispy outside and even crispier inside!"
"How is that possible?"
The man was quite disapproving. He peeled the roasted sweet potato right in front of Yun Ran...
One layer, two layers, three layers...
Gray, still gray, still gray!
