Five grown men spent over an hour in the kitchen, and by the end, they had prepared a full table of dishes.
Braised pork, minced meat eggplant, spicy tofu, winter melon and pork rib soup, steamed fish, stir-fried bitter melon with eggs, and a bowl of cold salad, with plain steamed rice as the staple.
"Ancheng, with your skills, you could be a head chef in a state-owned restaurant." Zhou Zeyuan complimented while taking a bite of the minced meat eggplant, which paired excellently with the white rice.
"If Ding's talent went to a state-owned restaurant, it would be wasted." Gu Shizhao remarked with a corner of his lips curled up, glancing at Zhou Zeyuan.
"Ah, such matters have always been difficult to perfect."
"Stop using clichés." Ding Ancheng was speechless, "Since you had already returned to Jing City, why did you head south again? Is there something in Jiang Province?"
