"Daddy, the bean sprouts are picked!"
Weiwei held the freshly picked bean sprouts in her hands, her little face beaming with a "Praise me, please" expression.
"Great job!"
Huang Jun gave a thumbs up, offering the children his sincerest praise.
Then he gently said, "You guys go play outside first, when it's ready, I'll call you…"
"Okay okay~"
The two little ones nodded obediently and ran out of the kitchen with their little legs.
Huang Jun smiled, quietly withdrawing his gaze, and began to wash all the ingredients needed for the Zhajiangmian, placing them neatly on the cutting board.
"Chop chop chop…"
The radish, under his exquisite knife skills, gradually turned into fine, even strips, stacked layer by layer on the cutting board, resembling a delicate golden pagoda. Each strip sparkled with a crystalline sheen.
