Master Qin is working hard openly, so how can other chefs at Zhiwei Restaurant slack off? Tan Wei'an, who originally wanted to take a break, immediately decided not to rest and started practicing snacks directly.
Then, with muscle memory, he began making Mixed Fruit Filling.
Qin Huai was a bit surprised to see Tan Wei'an making Mixed Fruit Filling. He didn't expect Tan Wei'an to always have it on his mind. A few days ago, seeing his expression of hopelessness whenever he made the filling, Qin Huai thought Tan Wei'an didn't want to make it at all.
"Have you been making Mixed Fruit Filling these days? How's your research going? Any progress?" Qin Huai asked curiously.
"No," Tan Wei'an replied.
What progress could he have? All the Mixed Fruit Filling he made tasted bad, and his was even a bit worse than Qin Huai's. All the fruit pieces looked ugly, and his were just slightly less ugly than Qin Huai's.
Sometimes, Tan Wei'an was amused out of frustration with himself.
