"Emmm..."
Chen Shu extended a finger and used Spirit Power to stir the half-plate of Shredded Potatoes in front of her from a distance.
The Shredded Potatoes had been stir-fried with chili bean paste.
Lawyer Wei loved making it this way.
Not because it tasted especially good, but purely because it was easy.
Chili bean paste came with its own salty flavor, so you could use it to stir-fry without adding any other seasonings. That was exactly what Lawyer Wei did—heat oil, add chili bean paste, toss in the shredded potatoes, stir-fry until they seemed cooked, maybe sprinkle on some chicken seasoning if she felt ambitious, then tip everything onto a plate.
For them, at least, it was a lazy way to cook.
Chen Banxia probably thought so too.
But even with a lazy recipe, she had made a bit of a mess of it.
There were probably several reasons—
First, she had used too much chili bean paste. You could tell from the color: nearly every shred of potato had been dyed red. Whether it was too salty remained to be seen, since different brands varied in saltiness, and he didn't know if she had added salt afterward. But it didn't look very appetizing.
Second, the chili bean paste she had bought seemed to be fairly good quality, a high grade that wasn't the oily red kind. It was quite dry, and she hadn't broken it up while frying.
The bean paste was still huddled together in clumps.
Third, she lacked experience and couldn't judge the heat. To make sure the dish was cooked, she had fried it far too long.
The shredded potatoes were probably soft and mushy by now.
Chen Shu eyed the dish. Chen Banxia eyed him.
When Chen Shu looked up at her, her expression