C723 Fried

No one dared to speak again. They had seen Mei Jing's glib tongue and knew that they would not be able to obtain any benefits. Furthermore, the smell was too strong. They were afraid to open their mouths to inhale the stench.

Pick up the meat, mash the mud, boil the oil in the skillet... Mei Jing's movements were fluid and natural. Watching her cook could be considered a form of visual enjoyment