Jiang Shoucheng watched with anticipation as Jiang Feng brought over two large bowls in his hands.
He froze in an instant.
Before him, all he could see was broccoli.
Although one bowl of broccoli looked like it had been coated in flour and fried, it couldn't change the fact that it was still broccoli.
"What is this? Why does it smell so good?" Sun curiously looked over, "Fried broccoli? And it smells this amazing!"
"Right, it's fried broccoli. I coated the broccoli with flour and egg, and then fried it twice in olive oil. This is how it turned out." Jiang Feng said.
Sun could only click his tongue in astonishment, silently admiring Jiang Feng, who, as a chef from a big restaurant, was so meticulous even when cooking broccoli.
Jiang Shoucheng passed Jiang Feng a pair of chopsticks: "Little brother, you eat too!"
He had vain hopes that Jiang Feng would eat more broccoli so that he himself could eat less, thus preserving some stomach space for ordering takeout later.
