In the kitchen.
Huang Jun had just finished cooking the last dish of egg fried tofu.
Satisfied, he washed his hands clean, rinsed the oil and smoke from his face with clear water, and then removed his chef's hat, turning to walk towards a nearby lounge.
He needed a drink of water to relieve the fatigue from the cooking process.
Watching Huang Jun's departing figure, Qian Guoxiang's gaze involuntarily fell on the large bowl of freshly cooked egg fried tofu...
The golden tofu pieces quivered slightly in the steam, emitting an irresistible aroma that made his mouth water incessantly.
Though sneaking a taste at his age seemed somewhat inappropriate, in the unique environment of a kitchen, how could a sous-chef tasting a freshly cooked dish be considered sneaking a bite?
Moreover...
He was savoring, learning, trying to grasp the essence of this egg fried tofu.
After some inner struggle, Qian Guoxiang finally couldn't resist.
