At another part of the stove, Zhai Xiaofeng asked:
"Water is all added and stirred evenly, now it's a batter—it's like mud. What should we do next?"
Master Jiang, who was still earnestly frying eggs, instructed upon hearing this:
"Slowly add the chopped cabbage. If it can't all be added at once, do it little by little. Stir again after the water from the cabbage comes out."
This was all fool's work, requiring no special skills, and Zhai Xiaofeng executed it perfectly.
Meanwhile, Jian Xiaokang shifted the position of the mobile phone stand and then picked up a large basin of golden crispy fried egg bits:
"Add these to the pot too."
A basin of eggs divided among three pots, this straightforward effort made Zhou Erbao's mouth water from the other side of the livestream, feeling a surge of wistfulness:
With so many good foremen in the world, how come none are mine?!
And leisurely, Jian Xiaokang added: "Add pepper, add salt. If you can't estimate it, just taste it."
