The next morning at dawn.
Ye Feng woke up early to find Li Jiaojiao cooking.
"You're studying new dishes this early?"
Ye Feng walked into the kitchen, drawn by the enticing aroma of the meat and the sounds of stirring in the pot, almost salivating.
"Yes!"
Li Jiaojiao stirred earnestly, then tapped Wang Ping'an's head with the back of her fingers, "Brother Wang, hurry up and increase the heat!"
"Coming right up!"
Wang Ping'an redoubled his efforts, and his hands, performing the Fiery Cloud Palm, became hotter and hotter.
Sizzle!
The oil in the wok made an even more intense sound.
Li Jiaojiao continued to stir attentively.
From time to time, she added seasoning, and then channeled her True Yuan into the spatula, which in turn infused the food.
"Not bad at all!"
Ye Feng's eyes lit up.
This method of cooking was extremely ingenious.
First, it not only brought out the nutrients inherent in the ingredients but also absorbed the chef's vital energy, doubling the effect.
