She was currently serving the little shota, peeling lychee fruit for him to eat.
Seeing Huan Qing Yan arrive, she smiled and said, “Young mistress.”
When Huan Qing Yan saw her, she felt her brain nearly exploded from the pressure of surging blood, as well as an intense urge to p her on the face. This was a reactioning from the reincarnated girl...
“Don’t be rash, we will not touch that little b*tch for now. She is still acting like a white lotus, so let her continue acting. Revenge must be done one step at a time, why rush?”
The surge of grievous anger within her mind finally rxed.
She ignored Huan Meng Yue and followed the little shota’s gaze to look on top of a high tform.
At that moment, everyone’s gaze was focused there.
On it, was arge stove; within it, a raging me was burning. A burly youth about the age of sixteen was constantly feeding the stove with firewood.
On top of the stove was arge wok, the wok was about two to three meters in diameter and one to two meters in depth. In front of the wok, stood a middle-age man wearing the white uniform of an imperial chef, and on his head was a white chef hat. His hand was holding on to a huge cooking spade, which was in constant movement as he was stir-frying the contents within the wok. This person was none other than the father of Huan Qing Yan and the little shota, Uncle Huan Bei Ming.
What a dashing uncle!
Huan Qing Yan felt that thing called gics was very unreliable. Huan Bei Ming was slim like a bamboo, while Madam Huan was elegant and delicate, yet she grew unrealistically fat!
Fine, this might be due to nurture instead of nature. Since she does consume eight meals a day, clearing an average of eighteen dishes each time, this was indeed a tad bit over the top.
Given her consumption, as the fat umted without being digested, to reach only 150 kilos should be considered a blessing.
Huan Bei Ming continued to cook, and along the way, he would take the seasonings ced nearby and throw them into the wok skillfully before he continued to cook, repeating the process throughout the whole duration...
Not longter, after a few cycles, a fragrant smell began to emit from within the wok, permeating throughout the entire square.
Huan Qing Yan began to salivate uncontrobly, showcasing no principles, whatsoever. Delicious food! That was surely something delicious!
Suddenly, Huan Bei Ming shouted deeply, “First Grade Green Jade Tofu is ready!”
As he shouted, zing sparks of fire surged towards the sky from within the stove, and along with those sparks, were countless jade-like tofu. As the tofu reached mid-air, they began to fall and drizzle down like rain.
Huan Bei Ming tossed a stack of tes into the air like an acrobat, firmly catching the Green Jade Tofu without missing a piece. Each te held exactly four pieces of tofu before it fell stably onto the stand beside the stove.
Soon, twenty tes of Green Jade Tofu were neatly disyed while the fire within the stove also extinguished.
“Pa Pa Pa!” everyone within the crowd gave a rapturous apuse.
Huan Bei Ming waved his sleeve, one te after another flew towards the guest tables within the small square like a long dragon. Each table sat four guests while there were four pieces of tofu in each te, allowing every person to enjoy a piece.
Huan Qing Yan looked anxiously at the te of tofu that was flying towards their table...
Madam Huan smiled, “Little Yan, ady should be reserved. Look at how you are drooling, do not make your papa lose face...”
As she spoke, she put a piece onto an exquisite small te that was in front of Huan Qing Yan.
Huan Qing Yan had no time to focus on how Madam Huan had made fun of her. She only felt a thick fragrance assault her nose as she impatiently tossed the food inside her mouth...
At that instant, her eyes began to tear...
Oh heavens, there was such an excellent delicacy in this world. What do we call this? We call this happiness!
What did she, Huan Qing Yan, had done, to have crossed over to this world and be given a chance to eat such a delicious thing...