Upon hearing this, Lian Rong immediately wilted like a frosted eggplant, "Alright then…"
"Look at you." Zhang Yongchang, unable to endure his demeanor, smacked him lightly and joked, "You crumble at the slightest mention of this, you should perfect your stir-frying skill before worrying about cooking."
"You reminded me, I'll stir-fry garlic sprouts and bean sprouts with dried tofu later. All the bean sprouts will be cooked, providing an extra dish for lunch."
"Okay." Knowing that Zhang Yongchang still hoped for his success, the gloom on Lian Rong's face dissipated, "I'll prepare the bean sprouts first, looking forward to your cooking at lunch."
Although the bean sprouts were very clean and Zhuang Qingning must have washed them when she brought them, Lian Rong knew Zhang Yongchang's temperament. He despised having soybean skins mixed in with his bean sprouts. To be on the safe side, it's better to inspect carefully and remove all soybean skins.
