As the braised fish was halfway done, all kinds of ingredients were added to the pot, and the scent of the fish combined with the sll of peppers flooded out from the pot.
Everyone couldn’t help but swallow, feeling quite hungry.
Zhang Qun stood nearby and chuckled, "Teacher Zhao, what do you think of Mu Yan? Maybe you could take her as a disciple, then your culinary skills would have a successor."
Zhao Yong laughed, "I don’t have the audacity to take on a disciple; Chinese culinary skills are broad and profound. Honestly, I might not cook as well as Mu Yan."
"This is called the newer generation overtaking the older one, leaving them stranded on the beach," Xiang Lanqiu chid in teasingly.
Zhao Yong felt a bit helpless, "Can we not say that last part?"
Xiang Lanqiu replied seriously, "No way!"
The conversation trailed off, as everyone’s focus shifted to the fish in the pot.
Jiang Yun ca over and couldn’t help but say, "Seeing this fish, I suspect we might not have enough rice for lunch today."
"No worries, I stead a lot of corn," Shen Donglin replied.
Jiang Yun shot him a look, "Have you ever seen braised fish served with corn? It’s supposed to be braised fish with rice."
"Alright, then I’ll eat corn and give the rice to you," Shen Donglin said promptly.
Jiang Yun smiled slightly, "That’s better."
Soon enough, the braised fish was ready—a big plate that looked delicious, just waiting to be tasted.
Mu Yan washed the pot and quickly stir-fried so corn kernels; this dish was easy to make. Then, she stir-fried shredded potatoes and so greens, and finally prepared a carp tofu soup.
Once the milky white soup was served into bowls, everyone felt settled; they could finally start eating.
It was sumr, and although the air in the mountains was fresh, there wasn’t a blazing sun today; Mu Yan was still sweaty all over, and even her makeup was a bit smudged.
Jiang Yun poked her, indicating she should touch up her makeup since they were filming.
Before Mu Yan could say anything, Fan Youyou handed over a wet wipe to her.
"Mu Yan, wipe your sweat."
Jiang Yun glanced at her, was she out of her mind?
Using a wet wipe to wipe sweat essentially ant removing makeup, right?
To her surprise, Mu Yan actually took the wet wipe, tore it open, wiped her sweat, and even thanked her.
This young lady possibly didn’t realize this would remove makeup?
"Sister Jiang, get ready to wash your hands and eat," Fan Youyou said to Jiang Yun.
"Okay!" Jiang Yun watched Fan Youyou’s back, then turned to look at Mu Yan, seeing the wet wipe in her hand was covered in foundation, feeling a bit speechless.
She leaned closer to Mu Yan’s ear and whispered, "Girl, aren’t you afraid of scaring off your millions of fans by removing your makeup on cara?"
Mu Yan looked at her with so surprise, "Really?"
Only then did Jiang Yun study Mu Yan’s face—fair and rosy, with skin almost flawless. Although less stunning without makeup, it looked healthy, reminiscent of a college girl.
Alright, she had overthought it; after all, she was only in her early twenties, had top-quality skincare products at ho, and big shots spoiling her. It would be odd if her skin wasn’t supple.
However, she felt she should remind her about sothing.
"Be careful of that Fan Youyou; she seems like a naive little white lotus."
Mu Yan pinched the wet wipe in her hand, seeming thoughtful.
On this side, the dishes were served on the table. Shen Donglin went to get the cooked corn juice, and brought several cups, then everyone started to eat.
Four dishes and a soup, plus stead corn, though not comparable to city restaurants, were still quite abundant.
After serving their rice, everyone eagerly reached their chopsticks towards the braised fish.
Since there were other dishes to make earlier, Mu Yan reheated it with the stear, making the fish even softer and smoother.
Jiang Yun took a bite and couldn’t help but praise, "It’s even better than what I’ve had at restaurants."
With that, she quickly stuffed another mouthful of rice.
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