"This young man looks so youthful, but his skills are indeed quite seasoned."
Chen Mo had already finished his tomato Guobaorou, and the volunteers had taken away his dish. With nothing to do, he started watching the others around him at work.
The others were more or less at the same pace as him, at most they were just getting a glimpse of the finished dish. Wang Fan started late, so naturally, he watched him a bit more.
When he first looked over, Wang Fan was doing his first frying. Usually, one scoops the meat directly with a skimmer, but this young fellow was picking them out one by one with chopsticks, which puzzled him.
Isn't this like removing pants to fart - totally redundant? Would using chopsticks to pick them out taste different from using a skimmer?
Watching further, he couldn't help but put aside his dismissive thoughts about this young man.
