The milk tea guy's face turned red, and he started tugging at the hem of his shirt with both hands, "Um... so many people watching us make drinks, isn't that a bit awkward?"
Hmm.
Chen Mo looked at the guy and finally understood that he was feeling embarrassed, "It should be fine, I tried it yesterday, and it felt pretty good."
The milk tea guy didn't respond, he went back to his food truck, put on a mask, and just stood there in a daze.
On the contrary, the pancake uncle had his hands behind his back, pacing around the court, muttering to himself from time to time.
Evening, six o'clock.
With Chen Mo and Chen Dingjun working crazy hard, they finally managed to prepare most of the ingredients, with the fried tofu cubes being the most troublesome.
But they finished it, and even scooped out the tofu inside.
Then there's the stewed pork trotters which needed a bit more time, but with a pressure cooker, it wasn't too much of a hassle.
