After searching for half a day in the cold storage, the two found that nine out of ten ingredients they picked up were Jonathan's goods. Finally, they only found some onions, tomatoes, cucumbers, and a few pieces of frozen chicken breast and thigh meat.
"What's in this box here, have you checked?"
Zhao Shun pointed to the large box at the bottom of the shelf, tried to lift it, but it was so heavy that it barely moved.
"No," Old Chen shook his head, "It doesn't feel like Chef Lin's stuff. There's hardly any ingredients left in the fridge, probably sold out during the day, right? Western cuisine is indeed different from Chinese cuisine, all these pre-made dishes, huh?"
The shelves were filled with tubs of tomato meatballs and various stocks, as well as quite a few opened canned tomatoes wrapped in cling film.
