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"Sizzle"
Xia Yu scooped up the water-drained vegetables from the ice bowl and tossed them straight into the scorching hot wok.
The spatula stirred the ingredients, and most of the stove was enveloped by the thick white mist that rose up.
The fresh aroma unique to the vegetables became even more intense. Hozoi Midori was taken aback, and as her stomach rumbled in protest, she was suddenly overcome with hunger.
"How could this be... the vegetables shouldn't taste like this. What technique did he use to bring out such a flavor?"
Hozoi Midori's heart was filled with disbelief.
Unlike other Neon people who preferred light flavors, she was a Chinese cuisine chef, and her taste leaned towards the heavier side. Logically, she shouldn't be craving for a dish of vegetarian fried rice like this.
"I'm done!"
A calm voice snapped her back to reality, and Hozoi Midori watched Xia Yu plate the dish.
