While Bu Fang was watching the thundercloud, the plate of aromatic spicy and sour shredded potatoes had been finished off.
The master chef and Liu Mu took turns to scoop out spoonfuls of potatoes, enjoying the dish happily. They were intoxicated. They never thought that an ordinary dish could be so delicious and that a dish they had eaten so many times would touch them so deeply. Were the spicy and sour shredded potatoes they used to eat all fake?
When Liu Mu picked up the last slice of potato and threw it into his mouth, the plate of spicy and sour shredded potatoes was finished.
"Good… It's so good!"
Liu Mu smacked his lips and looked at Bu Fang in surprise. 'Is this the Bu Fang whose cooking skills are on the same level as mine? Could it be that he was improving his cooking skills when hiding in his little rented room over the last few days?' he thought to himself. 'But… How could he have improved so much in such a short time?'
