Jiang Yang didn't have time to pay attention to master Cheng's gaze. He just stared at Yuan Zhou cooking with an indescribable shock in his heart.
"I'm afraid you're washing vegetables in a storm. " Jiang Yang couldn't help but ask as he looked at the Caixin that was already in the pot.
That's right. From Jiang Yang's point of view, washing three cabbages in less than four minutes and three times at that was even faster than the usual chores in the kitchen.
He just had to boil the water a little bigger and wash it three times to complete the task. However, this way, the tender leaves and stems of the sliced cabbage would definitely be washed away like rotten vegetables.
With such a speed, Jiang Yang didn't say anything. The key was that the heart of the dish still looked fresh and didn't look like it had been ravaged at all after Yuan Zhou washed it like a storm.
This was simply illogical.
