"What about the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall in the pot?" Dong Jun sniffed, having smelled it long ago. Although half of his attention was on the TV, the other half remained in the kitchen.
"Don't worry, someone will come to handle it later." Chen Xing took out his phone to send a message to his sister. The Buddha Jumps Over the Wall at home would be ready in one more hour of slow cooking. He asked her to come and help turn off the stove as he had to go out.
The ready Buddha Jumps Over the Wall could go directly to the snails, to avoid wasting it, as ingredients would affect the actual outcome when cold.
As for the other ingredients, he'd eat them upon his return.
Before leaving, Sìxiàng looked indifferently at Dong Jun, who was puzzled. Why is everyone looking at me like that? I don't think I did anything wrong.
Lately, I've been working hard; I've already reached the Ninth Step of Transcendence!
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