"Lu Chen, how about we fry some pork for dinner tonight?"
"Whatever you want."
As soon as he agreed, three pairs of eager eyes stared at Lu Chen.
The man flipped his hand, and four sets of chopsticks, a pair of scissors, and three large plates appeared on the ground. He also took out ten chunks of frozen meat from a bag and placed them on the plates.
The frozen meat quickly thawed in the hot weather.
Su Mo handed the tray of meat to Zhao Xiweng, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, asking her to help wash it.
She knew she wasn't great at cooking delicious meals, but she was quite confident about just frying it.
Under the watchful eyes of the trio, Su Mo poured a bit of peanut oil into the pan and set the flame at self-control.
Watching her place the pan on the ground to add oil and moving her hand around in front of the pan as if turning on a switch, everyone except Lu Chen looked at her as if she were crazy.