"Tap-tap-tap-tap—"
The sound of the kitchen knife hitting the cutting board was crisp and frequent.
Fang Cheng raised and lowered the knife, transforming a few pieces of ginger and green peppers into thin, even slices almost instantly, with a precision that seemed robotic.
He deftly flipped the pan in his hand, as the flames leapt up, enveloping the ingredients and releasing a tempting aroma of char.
"Creak—"
The door to the resting area suddenly opened.
Big Hammer walked out, wearing a loose gray vest and slippers, yawning and rubbing his sleepy eyes.
Intending to grab a bottle of cold soda from the fridge, he froze on the spot as soon as he stepped forward, struck by the noise from the kitchen.
Big Hammer's mouth gaped open as he stared dazedly at the scene before him.
Their Chairman Fang, known for his monstrous strength and ability to collapse walls with a wave of his hand, was now skillfully wielding a spatula, exuding a... homey good-man vibe?
