"Buddha Jumps Over the Wall style Wensi Tofu??"
Lin Chen leaned against the windowsill, amused: "You are quite fierce, kid. What if you make those Kimchi athletes cry from craving?"
"Why should I care?" Ye Zilin wrinkled her nose and snorted, "We're just helping our national athletes with nutrition, and Buddha Jumps Over the Wall is a state banquet dish, right? Combining two state banquets with national-level athletes, nothing's wrong with that!"
"Besides, the ingredients in Buddha Jumps Over the Wall are high in protein and rich in nutrition, providing energy quickly to enhance performance—a win-win situation."
"And even if those guys didn't make stone pot soup, it doesn't matter. They'll be jealous seeing what we make, anyway!"
"Alright, let's settle it then. I'll go order the ingredients."
Lin Chen gave her a thumbs up and was about to call Wang Aiguo when Ye Zilin added, "Wait a minute, buy a few more boxes of watermelon!"
