"You're going to make spicy stir-fried rice cakes on this thing?" Ji Yue looked incredulous.
It wasn't just Ji Yue, Liu Qian and Liu Zixuan also had expressions that screamed, 'Did I hear that wrong?'.
Even in Liu Qian's live stream, which was as still as dead water, a comment drifted by: 'I must have heard wrong, the person eating with the host said he could make spicy rice cakes on barbecue paper.'
Unfortunately, Liu Qian wasn't looking at her phone, focusing instead with a stunned expression on Jiang Feng.
Liu Zixuan looked at him admiringly, thinking to himself: 'Worthy of being the Chess Club President, he blows his own trumpet so confidently and distinctively.'
"Yes, yes!" Liu Qian nodded repeatedly.
Jiang Feng went to the seasoning area to get condiments.
