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"Clap clap clap clap clap clap clap."
Sang Ming suddenly began clapping.
Unlike the sluggish, half-hearted applause often heard during a leader's speech, Sang Ming clapped hard enough to turn his hands red, much like a joyful seal slapping its belly at an aquarium.
Sang Ming's applause was just the beginning, he woke others to join in. A thunderous ovation filled the entire kitchen, and to the uninitiated, it might have seemed as if an exciting rally was taking place in the Taifeng Building's kitchen. In the end, even Wu Minqi and Zhang Guanghang joined in with a couple of claps.
It was indeed thrilling.
The front-of-house staff and the kitchen hands might not have noticed, but even someone like Sang Ming, who was still green and couldn't hold a skillet, could tell that Jiang Feng's Chicken Bean Flower today meant he could rightly be called a master from now on.
However, given his young age, it might be rare for anyone to actually address him as such.
