As Su Huan walked into the dining car, the entire car seemed to awaken.
The lights hidden on the ceiling softly lit up, and all the electric equipment buzzed to life with a welcoming ticking sound.
Su Huan pulled up his sleeves on both sides and placed the chubby sweet and spicy scallions to the side.
He pulled out a kitchen knife, laid it flat, and looked at both sides.
Yu Yue had cleaned it very well, with no residual food juice, but Su Huan habitually wiped it with high heat to prevent any taste contamination.
That would be disrespectful to the food.
He cut the sweet and spicy scallions vertically in half, setting one aside and chopping the other into fine strips with a crunch.
Outside workers lifted the last iron plate onto the car and closed the door.
"Screech—"
The knife rasped against the wooden chopping board, and the sweet and spicy scallions were placed into a bowl.
