Zhang Zhen fell silent.
At times like this, he knew it was best to gently dissuade.
But Fu Yu was clearly at a crucial moment in the preparation.
What a bothersome feeling.
He wanted to intervene, but feared it would be annoying.
The words stuck in his throat, neither coming out nor going down!
He looked up at Fu Yu and was surprised to find the young man looking rather satisfied?
Zhang Zhen couldn't help but take a curious look at the Shaoxing wine bowl: Has he really come up with an improved way to mix it?
Fu Yu didn't notice the people around him, his eyes were only on the Shaoxing wine bowl he was mixing.
Finally, he added a bit of sugar, took a spoon, and stirred delicately.
Round and round...
From start to finish, he didn't taste the seasoning.
Zhang Zhen watched for a while and couldn't help but say to himself: Just looking with your eyes, can you find out something?
