"I understand. Thank you for your reminder, shopkeeper. I'll be careful ... Yixuan, you can't roast chicken legs like this. You have to turn them over more often, or they'll be burnt." Ling Chuxi quickly reminded Ling Yixin when she saw that she was too focused on putting in the ingredients and had forgotten to flip the chicken leg. Seeing her clumsy appearance, she simply snatched it over. It was safer for the Ling family's young master to do this kind of technical work personally.
The shopkeeper was dumbfounded. The first half of the sentence sounded like it was true, but how did it end up with chicken legs?
Forget it. The shopkeeper didn't want to say anything more. He shook his head and turned to leave. Before he left, he took a deep breath of the fragrance. This young master Ling was a little careless, but his barbeque skills were really not bad.