It would have been one thing if he were just cooking seriously. The chefs at every restaurant did the same, as did the owners of the food carts on the street.
What mattered most was that he was cooking for her alone, which made it feel exceptionally special.
As Lin Chen's combat knife steadily fell, the stack of fish cakes was quickly sliced into finger-wide strips.
The stir-frying process was very simple. Once the stone slab was smoking hot again, he smeared a spoonful of coconut oil across it. He then scattered on some chopped green and red chilies, along with a few pickled ones, and flash-fried them until fragrant.
As the pickling juice hit the scorching hot stone, the instantly vaporizing steam sent sizzling oil flying in all directions, and a roaring flame shot half a meter into the air.
The sudden blaze gave Erica a huge fright. In her panic, she instinctively tried to back away, but she forgot she was squatting and fell right on her bottom.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch."
"Pfft..."
