Everyone at the table laughed, "Of course that's possible."
The kitchen was full of smoky haze. Lin Haihu, wearing some sunglasses from who knows where, covered his face with a mask and even had on a pair of veterinary gloves. His getup was comparable to a bank robber on TV.
This guy didn't even turn on the exhaust fan, turning the kitchen into a smoke-filled mess.
As soon as a few people entered, they covered their noses. Yan Fei complained to him, "Can't you turn on the exhaust fan when you're frying chili oil? How can anyone enter here?"
Without turning around, Lin Haihu confidently replied, "It's better if no one can come in. That way, you guys won't get to eat what I've made before I do!"
It's just frying some chili, it's not a big deal. Are you treating it like a treasure?
Yan Fei couldn't be bothered with him and turned to Boss Luo.
Nobody knew what Boss Luo was looking for. He went up front, grabbed a few bright red chilies...
