After the first dish of stir-fried yam was off the stove, Qin Huai went on to stir-fry the second dish.
Actually, for demonstration purposes, just stir-frying one dish would suffice. The main reason is that Qin Huai has gotten used to it. If he doesn't finish stir-frying these 10 yams, he feels uncomfortable all over; he just has to finish them all at once.
Zheng Siyuan and the other two stood on the side intently watching, all with their arms crossed over their chests, slightly furrowed brows, and focused eyes. Their gazes followed Qin Huai's movements, and the three of them stood there as if they were copy-pasted.
Soon, the second dish of stir-fried yam was also off the stove.
Just like the first dish, it was a very qualified stir-fried yam. The knife skills were passable, the fire control was right, and it could even be called decent. The thickening was excellent, and together, this dish of stir-fried yam could get customer compliments even in an ordinary restaurant.
