This was a craft, not something just anyone could learn. He had wanted to learn it initially, but when he sprinkled a bunch of chili powder, the whole kitchen exploded. There were clouds of chili powder everywhere, choking him half to death. After that, he never dared to try again, but Qian Chen would never let such a thing happen.
Qian Chen carefully wiped the bottle he had used, tucked it back into his sleeve, and said nothing.
But Lian Wanzhen knew he was pleased, and couldn't help but grin broadly, reaching directly for a piece of meat and stuffing it into Qian Chen's mouth, "Taste this quickly. Of these three dishes, at least two and a half should be left for you. That Wang San is really into his food but only brags; he dare not handle the spice. Says it gives him a spicy ass, you're the only one who can handle it."
"Wan Zhen," Su Ran glared at Lian Wan Zhen.
