Who would have thought Boss Xiao Chen is that kind of person.
He Ziheng just felt you can't judge a book by its cover, who would have thought a skilled chef like Boss Chen would still need to rely on someone else, then what's the point of sticking to my principles?
I must say, Chen Mo dressed in black was already strikingly handsome, and at this moment, one hand flipping the black wok, the other occasionally using a black spatula to lightly stir the ingredients inside, this scene somewhat resembled a big celebrity filming a variety show on the street.
The spicy peppers in the wok gradually dried out under constant stir-frying, beginning to emit a strong spicy aroma.
And the diced chicken, which had been fried and coated with a light layer of starch, still had a slightly dry surface, but once it encountered the oil that had been fried until it turned red, it immediately began to absorb it, followed by more stir-frying.
