"So you were saying...?" Qian Cangyi stood aside, watching Wang Pan's skilled stir-frying movements as he asked.
"Hehe, even if I explain it, you wouldn't understand. You'll get it once you encounter it." Wang Pan shook his head, a contented smile on his face. However, this smile couldn't be seen from Qian Cangyi's angle.
Soon, four dishes were ready.
"I'll take care of this" Before Wang Pan could reach out, Qian Cangyi was the first to grab the plates.
Wang Pan withdrew his hand, looking at Qian Cangyi with a surprised expression, "Didn't expect you to be so considerate."
"It's what I should do." Qian Cangyi's face remained calm.
...
"Wow, Chang Shuo, did you make these?" Little Drilling Wind was holding his bowl and chopsticks, his eyes already fixed on the dishes fresh off the stove.
"No, Uncle Wang made them." Qian Cangyi finished setting the rest of the bowls and chopsticks.
After Wang Pan settled down, Little Drilling Wind's chopsticks reached out.
