"The boy has a sweet tongue," Elder Liu said with a laugh, not minding as he walked into the kitchen and got busy.
Luo Zheng watched for a while and noticed Elder Liu efficiently pouring a large heap of flour onto the counter, adding water, and kneading it into dough in no time. It weighed about two hundred pounds, yet Elder Liu handled it as easily and comfortably as if he were taking care of a newborn, carefully and seriously. He easily lifted and set down the two hundred-pound mass of dough. When his fist, large as a vinegar bowl, squeezed the dough, it was as easy as kneading tofu.
What great arm strength! What strong endurance! Luo Zheng's expression grew solemn, and he glanced at Elder Chang, who was sitting quietly at the door smoking a water pipe, secretly amazed. The cooking team was full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. It seemed coming here was the right decision, perhaps the team leader did it deliberately. With this thought, all displeasures vanished.
