Cheng Zhirang rattled off a few dish names.
"Spicy bean paste fish, garlic crayfish, kung pao chicken, three-shreds cold salad, vegetable salad, tomato and fried egg soup."
Half of them were the same dishes as in the pilot, and besides that they had one more trait… they were all Mu Qiu's favorites.
Just hearing the names was enough to make your mouth water.
Guan Yu leaned in: "So how are we splitting the work? Everyone picks a dish and does what they can?"
Cheng Zhirang nodded, turned, and pointed at the fish in the bucket: "First we need someone to smack that fish unconscious."
"I'll do it!"
Both cooking stations were a hive of activity, six people squeezed together, bickering as they handled the ingredients.
Someone was whacking away with a knife, thump thump thump, mixed with occasional shrieks.
"Why won't this fish pass out?!"
"Its tail is so strong!"
"Ugh, what use are you! Give it to me!"
"Shit, this fish just rolled its eyes at me!"
"Ahhhh the fish escaped!!!"
