Ji Zhao thought for a moment and quickly wrote down the ingredients she needed and handed them to Zhu Bai.
"That's all."
"Alright, please wait a moment. I'll prepare it immediately."
"Yes, there's no hurry."
Ji Zhao caught a glimpse of the round winter melon lying in the corner. She thought of an idea, and she prepared to make a special dish.
She found some bitter melon and dried shrimp, then rolled up her sleeves, washed her hands, and began to make soup.
The bitter gourd's most bitter part was its core, so the core of the bitter gourd had to be removed first.
After the winter melon's skin was removed, it was cut into thin slices and some seaweed and dried shrimp were prepared.
Just as Ji Zhao was immersed in cooking, the atmosphere in the side hall of the county office was a little strange.
