"Wow! Boss, your kung fu is so cool!"
Some of the students had already noticed Ji Ruo. His white hair was too eye-catching.
Apart from his white hair, Ji Ruo's palms were surrounded by flames as he stir-fried in the pot, looking extremely cool.
The alluring fragrance gradually rose, attracting a large number of students to watch.
"Is this a show or a food stall?"A student asked curiously.
Ji Ruo smiled and said,"Of course it's food. Iron Palm Fried Rice, ten yuan a serving.""
"Iron Palm Fried Rice?"
More and more students gathered to watch. The fragrance assailed their noses, but no one paid to buy it.
"He's handsome, but he doesn't look sanitary. Will he have diarrhea after eating this?"
"Yes, yes, how can you directly cook rice with your hands? Why don't you use a spatula?"
"I've only heard of iron plate fried rice, but I've never heard of iron palm fried rice... Can this really be eaten?"
