It was unclear how he moved, only that with a slight flick of his wrist, the vegetable paste in his palm was gently rolled into a round meatball.
Though it was clearly a time-consuming operation, in Fu Yu's hands, it became effortless.
Soon, a row of neatly arranged, uniformly sized hair vegetable meatballs lay flat on the tray.
Even without obsessive-compulsive disorder, it still looked incredibly satisfying.
Zhang Jinyu kept his eyes on Fu Yu's movements, unwittingly mimicking them in the air.
Then to his astonishment, he realized that even in a simulation, he couldn't keep up with Fu Yu's pace.
Seeing Fu Yu quickly finish molding all the hair vegetable meatballs, Zhang Jinyu couldn't help but sigh.
He realized he was somewhat daydreaming.
He mockingly smiled at himself and redirected his attention to Fu Yu's cooking process.
Fu Yu took a new pot, poured bone broth into it and brought it to a boil, adding eel gelatin and hair vegetable meatballs, simmering on low heat.
