"Hmm." Qiaoqiao nodded, "It can feed pigs, dogs, chickens, ducks..."
He grew more confident, and as the cheese began to melt and wrap downwards, he stared at the parsley can Lun Chuan was holding and asked:
"Can we skip this and sprinkle green onions instead?"
Lun Chuan couldn't hold back his laughter and said at this moment:
"Very adaptive!"
"Let's give it a try!"
Moments later, the unrecognizable "Hemingway fried mushrooms" were out of the pan.
Song Tan looked at the finely chopped green onions on top, then at the rice balls fully integrated with the fat at the bottom, and couldn't help but exclaim:
"So weird! But so fragrant!"
She picked one up and tried it cautiously.
The freshness of the green onions didn't blend well with the cheese, yet the cheesy taste was exceptionally rich, wrapping the equally delicious black pepper mushroom and minced meat, along with the crispy and tasty rice balls...
