Mag finished the first plate of Yangzhou fried rice very soon and walked out with it.
When Sally saw the tray on Mag's hand, her eyes brightened immediately. It's so wonderful! This is that Yangzhou fried rice? The rice was coated with golden eggs; each ingredient was chopped into the size of a rice grain. The colors were all mixed in the plate, but in an orderly manner. The whole thing was like an elaborate piece of art. Its freshness whetted her appetite.
When Mag walked past her with the fried rice, a strong aroma wafted by, and she couldn't help but take a sniff. She smelled eggs and the mixed smell of different ingredients, which made her even hungrier. She turned to look in Mobai's direction in spite of herself.
"Your Yangzhou fried rice, please enjoy." Mag put the plate down in front of Mobai, with a spoon on the edge of the plate.