Nine Flames BBQ Restaurant.
Over charcoal flames, palm-sized chunks of pork belly turned an enticing golden color, their fat sizzling on the grill.
Yang Sheng picked up a piece of pork belly with tongs and asked, "Want it a little more charred?"
Jiang Ning said, "Sure."
"Mm, then grill it a little longer." Yang Sheng took out scissors and cut the streaky pork belly into strips.
Not long after, the outside of the pork belly had become crispier. Yang Sheng picked up a still-glistening piece, dipped it in dry seasoning, placed it on a lettuce leaf, added half a clove of garlic and a ring of chili pepper, rolled it up, and handed it directly to Jiang Ning.
She even introduced it, saying, "Grilling it like this makes the pork belly crispy on the outside and tender inside. It definitely won't have that greasy fatty taste, and with lettuce, it's insanely satisfying."
As she spoke, she casually flipped the other pieces of pork belly.
Jiang Ning found it rather remarkable. Yang Sheng looked dashing, often clashed with others in class, and had quite a fierce personality. Who would have thought she was actually pretty good at taking care of people?
Jiang Ning enjoyed the meat Yang Sheng had grilled for him, then took a sip of the grape juice Tang Fu had bought.
The teriyaki chicken leg rice in his bowl was gone, and the useless Tang Fu even helped him serve more rice. He did not need to do anything the entire time; his only job was to eat and drink.
Meanwhile, at the next table, Wu Yunzhi was sweating profusely as he grilled meat, occasionally pulling out tissues to wipe his forehead.
He looked up at the ceiling, utterly puzzled. "Is the air conditioning off? Why is it