"Classmate Ji Ruo, it's wrong of you to set up a stall like this."
"I know that your Iron Palm has reached the acme of perfection. The temperature is so high that there is no longer a problem of hygiene," Li Bindao said seriously.
However, these students didn't know about the problem!
They only saw you using your hands to cook rice and not even using water to cook the rice.
What would they think? You cooked this rice with your sweaty hands!
Classmate Ji Ruo, think about it. If this is really the case, no matter how fragrant the fried rice is, will you be able to eat it?"
Ji Ruo followed Li Bindao's train of thought and couldn't help but shiver."If I can't eat it, that's too disgusting!"
"Right!" "That's where your problem lies," Li Bin said."The students think that your fried rice is dirty and unsanitary. You have to prove it! If you handle this well, it will be your signature. Others can't imitate it. Your business will only get better and better!"
