The menu on the table consists of four dishes and a soup.
The takeout order Zhao Meng took over is a long list of barbecue items, totaling fifteen, quite a spread.
At this point, the assistants have been assigned their prep tasks. Zhao Meng gave out the necessary instructions, glanced at Fu Yu, then at Sun Qingning, thought for a moment, and said, "Fu Yu, you'll handle the grilling dishes, I'll take the cooking... Qingning, you can assist me."
Sun Qingning was startled. He sensitively noticed a very obvious hint of distrust in Zhao Meng's attitude!
For a small meal of four dishes and a soup, do you even need an assistant?
It clearly implies he thinks my grilling skills aren't up to par!
Sun Qingning looked at Zhao Meng defiantly.
Fu Yu laughed and said, "Qingning, if you think the work is too easy, then come over and assist me instead."
Sun Qingning pouted, "Keep dreaming!"
