"Did your uncle Liu Zhiyuan prepare a surprise for everyone?"
Jiang Tao glanced at Liu Zhiyuan, who was busy skewering meat by the barbecue grill, unaware of the situation.
Jiang Shaojie nodded and said, "Yes! Uncle Zhiyuan is tight-lipped; I asked him eight times, and he still didn't say."
"Hahaha, what's the rush, kid? When the time comes, you'll naturally find out."
Jiang Tao chuckled, ruffling his little nephew's hair, and walked with him toward Liu Zhiyuan and the others.
"Brother Jiang, you're here!"
"Brother Jiang is here!"
"Brother Jiang!"
The trio of Liu Zhiyuan and his brothers greeted Jiang Tao respectfully upon seeing him.
"You all continue your work. Let me know if you need any help."
Jiang Tao walked over to the small table piled with ingredients, picked up a cherry tomato from a plate, and popped it into his mouth.
The sweet and sour juice instantly activated thousands of taste buds in his mouth.
