15 minutes later, the three camps of Xia, Wei, and Ye were all ready.
In the cooking area.
Xia Yu, who had just woken up, looked at Uncle No. 10 smiling foolishly in front of him and read the tension and nervousness in his eyes.
This won't do.
With the goal of maintaining a harmonious mentor-student relationship in mind, Xia Yu said, "What should I call you, Brother?"
"Song, Song Han."
Trainee No. 9 entered the kitchen, finally took off that safety helmet, and put on a white cap, also donning an apron.
"Brother Song, don't be nervous, do you know why I chose you?"
Xia Yu spoke kindly.
"I don't know how to make rice cakes!" Uncle said sternly.
"According to the rules, I can dictate the recipe to you throughout the process. Just follow what I say, and there won't be any problem!" Pausing, Xia Yu added meaningfully, "And, at a critical moment, I will also use the one-time intervention help opportunity to assist you in improving the quality of the rice cake!"
"Trust me—"
