Luo Zhan, sighed. "...no, but I'm learning, right?"
Lu Yihan couldn't bear to look at it, went up, and looked at his ingredients.
"Fired crab, Cantonese style?"
Luo Zhan was surprised. "How do you know?"
Lu Yihan glanced at him and snorted. "I am the god of cuisine! But you have not picked the right ingredient. You see, the spring onion is not fresh at all."
Luo Zhan frowned. "...I am buying raw stuff for the first time. What do you want?"
"Hey, people who can't even do grocery shopping actually want to cook?" Lu Yihan turned over the ingredients. "Fish-flavored eggplant? Fish head tofu soup? Bamboo shoots with pork? Chicken wings, what do you want to make those?"
"Coke..."
"OK." Lu Yihan washed his hands. "Let me do it."
Luo Zhan watched him going far, looked at his back, and asked, "Hey, where are you going?"
"To brush my teeth and wash my face!"
"Oh!"
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