"Lin, what delicious food are you going to make this time?"
Jonathan, who just slid the baking tray into the oven, couldn't help but ask.
He knew Magna and John, of course, but wasn't as familiar with Lin Chen. Occasionally, he would ask them to help with stocking up supplies, basically no more than once a week, and sometimes not even needed.
Before, Lin Chen always cooked outside, so he didn't know exactly what was made. But food that could make the wholesalers and farm owners curious enough to want to watch the process firsthand—it was impossible not to be intrigued himself.
"Haha, nothing special, just meatballs."
"Hmm?"
Jonathan didn't believe a word of it, quickly stepped over to glance at the freshly delivered ingredients, and the arm-length large cuttlefish in the sink.
"Are you going to add seafood to the meatballs?"
"No, no way, what you're making is sure to exceed my imagination."
