Lin Chen nodded and said to Zhao Xiaowen, "Try making a dish."
Zhao Xiaowen picked up the kitchen knife and then took a potato out of the vegetable basket.
Her knife swiftly rotated in her hand, and in no time, she had peeled the potato completely.
"How is this possible?" Staring at the smooth potato in her hand, Zhao Xiaowen was almost stunned.
Just now, her movements had been mechanical, done unconsciously, as if she had practiced knife skills for decades. Her movements might not have been as skilled as Lin Chen's, but they certainly exceeded the level of a five-star hotel chef.
She sliced the potato into shreds, put oil in the pan, added the shredded potato, threw in the seasonings, and her entire motions flowed like running water; soon, a fragrant dish of stir-fried shredded potatoes in vinegar sauce was ready.
Zhao Xiaowen took a bite with her chopsticks, and her pretty face suddenly changed.
