Aiyo, Yang Ming held his forehead with both hands, as Brother Chu's confidence brimmed over, but it turned out he couldn't cook at all.
"Brother Chu, you haven't added the green onions yet!"
Hearing this, Chu Lian's face was full of embarrassment. He immediately threw in the green onions and continued stir-frying.
As he stirred, the food began to stick to the pan. He scraped hard with the spatula, but it just stuck more fiercely. He thought he'd better dish it out quickly.
Seeing Chu Lian about to dish it out, Yang Ming was speechless, "Brother Chu, you haven't added salt yet."
Chu Lian quickly grabbed a handful of salt, tossed it in, stirred a couple of times, and then served the dish.
Lying Fugui had his eyes full of black lines by this point. This was even worse than his first time cooking; how could this be called cooking? It was a good thing he hadn't let him cook for the female workers earlier, or they would have had nothing to eat.
