Once they decided to make skewers, the group went straight to Jiang Qiuqiu's house.
Having lived there for a while, the courtyard house was gradually starting to feel more lived-in. Mo Chengyu and Zuo Kai were both amazed when they saw Jiang Qiuqiu's thermostatic container.
It was packed with a dazzling array of every ingredient imaginable.
Skewers were the kind of food that embraced everything; as long as you dared to eat it, you could skewer anything. So, Jiang Qiuqiu took out a bit of every vegetable she had in her cabinets.
She grabbed a few extra handfuls of small bamboo shoots.
After clearing a relatively large space in the living room, she began her skewer-making lesson.
She cut a large pile of vegetables into uniform little pieces, threaded them onto skewers, and placed them in a basin to the side.
The process wasn't difficult, but with a few beginners making them together, the pieces were inevitably different sizes—
