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"Swoosh~!" Lin Tianyi held a wok in one hand and a spatula in the other, ceaselessly stirring.
Lin Tian's expression was serious, and his whole demeanor was focused, as though he was dealing with something very solemn.
As Lin Tian stirred, strands of white, smoke-like substance that others couldn't see began to drift from his body!
This white smoke slowly rose from Lin Tian and floated towards the black snails in the pot.
Eventually, it all entered into the snails.
Seeing how focused Lin Tian was, Li Nian turned to He Qianqian and said hesitantly, "He seems to be taking this very seriously. He's not really trying to recreate the taste just like your mom's cooking, is he?"
"How could that be!" He Qianqian shook her head immediately, glanced at Lin Tian, and laughed as she said:
"The snails were already prepared by the boss, now they're just being heated up a bit. No matter how they're cooked, they'll have the same flavor."
