With the final perfect flick of the spatula…
Huang Jun poured the golden, plump grains of fried rice, along with the meticulously selected and skillfully paired ingredients, into the stainless-steel platter next to him, shining like a mirror.
With a soft clang, the platter landed steadily on the countertop.
At this moment, the gentle glow of the spotlights on the ceiling happened to spill over here.
In this specific spot, from this perfect angle, everyone seemed to witness a visual feast—under the illumination, the large plate of fried rice radiated a dazzling golden light, sparkling like the stars.
Each person present involuntarily held their breath, gazing intently at this fried rice, captivated by its extraordinary charm, unable to extricate themselves for a long time.
Seeing this, Huang Jun's lips curled into a joyful and contented smile, and he gently reminded Lv Pengfei, who was nearby, "Host Lv, don't just stand there, get a close-up shot!"
"Ah, right, right!"
