"Jiang Ning?" Lin Zida suddenly thought.
Zhuang Jianhui exchanged a glance with him; before, when they visited the rural tourism spot, they often saw Jiang Ning ordering the top student to cook, and as expected, today they were showing off again.
"No way, can bamboo rats be cooked so fragrantly, have they become spirits?" Lin Zida joked.
The young master declared, "Not very realistic."
Wang Yong was preparing to get closer with the young master, he organized his words, helping out: "Maybe some scientific method... there used to be a store selling braised flavors beside my house, the more you eat, the more you crave it, later I found out they put opium in it..."
Lin Zida looked at Wang Yong, saying nothing.
Zhuang Jianhui said, "They eat it themselves, unlikely to put messy things."
Wang Yong realized he misspoke, he quickly amended: "I'm just giving an example, just an example."
The rest of the customers at the farm eagerly awaited, like a group of penguins waiting to be fed.
