"There's a type of cuisine, or rather, a method of preparation, that draws countless eyes and stirs insatiable cravings in the dead of night," Betty suddenly began speaking in a broadcaster's tone.
Chen Ze's mouth twitched, deeply skeptical whether Betty, having nothing better to do, had started creating her own entertainment.
"Slather on the oil, sprinkle with chili and cumin, and under the char of the charcoal, it transforms into the irresistible delight of the late night," Chen Ze sighed, wondering if she had been influenced by something she saw.
"Betty, what have you been watching lately?" Chen Ze asked directly, afraid Betty might continue otherwise.
"I've been watching 'Life on a String' lately, Boss. When it comes to the ultimate late-night snack, it has to be barbecue, right?" Betty was brimming with excitement, wiping drool from her mouth as her eyes expressed her longing for barbecue.
