Feng Yiren paused and looked at her. Mu Qingyi also turned. Even Hu Baiyu leaned in a little, because the second she spoke in that thoughtful tone, all three of them immediately paid attention. Since yesterday, every time Lin Huahua looked at food and then started talking like that, something delicious usually followed.
"What do you mean?" Mu Qingyi asked gently.
Lin Huahua hesitated for only a second before the new cooking knowledge the system had stuffed into her head earlier began stirring into place. "Open it more along the side," she said, gesturing with her hand. "Not too much. Just enough. And then put some of the spice inside too. If the fire only cooks the outside while the inside stays plain, what is the point?"
