Farfetch'd was very confident. He had already watched Heath's cooking process, and this Three-Not-Sticky really did not seem particularly difficult. The repetitive steps were a little tedious, but that was no obstacle.
But once he actually tried it himself, Farfetch'd regretted it. There were no problems with the initial steps, and everything went smoothly. Only when he actually started tossing and flipping the mixture in the wok did Farfetch'd realize how sore his wings were!
The aching muscles, along with having to hold the wok for so long and keep tossing it, left Farfetch'd in agony. With his wings repeating the same action over and over, he felt as if they were going to break.
Heath glanced at Farfetch'd and could not help laughing. He was in a pretty good mood now. Of all the things Farfetch'd could have taken an interest in, why did it have to be Three-Not-Sticky?
"That's karma for you." Heath was in such high spirits that he wanted to belt out "Good Luck Is Coming." He had been the one suffering during the day, and now he could finally watch someone else suffer.
No wonder there was that old saying about happiness being built on other people's suffering. Watching Farfetch'd's miserable state felt as refreshing to Heath as drinking a can of ice-cold Sprite on a scorching day.
But enjoyment aside, the prep work still had to be done. This time, Heath planned to make Sichuan twice-cooked pork the centerpiece of the spicy lunch, which was precisely why he had chosen black pork.
The piece of pork Heath had bought had alternating layers of fat and lean meat, and the texture of the fat was very good too. Heath touched it. It was slippery. Then he pressed a finger into it, and some glistening liquid