Dong Huiying was methodical, but clearly processed the ingredients much faster than Zhu De. Her knife skills were precise and swift; when Zhu De was frying the second dish, she was already working on the third. She deliberately disrupted the order of the dishes, and Zhu De sneered dismissively, unaware of anything unusual.
But very soon.
After the third and fourth dishes, Zhu De gradually noticed something amiss.
"What's going on?"
Logically, the secret ingredient she prepared in advance should have taken effect, but why were the stones in her barrel decreasing while the stones in Dong Huiying's barrel increased?
Sweat dripped down Zhu De's forehead, and she became somewhat anxious. So, when preparing new dishes, she increased the dosage, adding most of the secret ingredient to the dishes.
Dong Huiying remained calm, merely casting a faint glance at this. She added a cleanly processed piece of ginseng into the pot, making a soup this time.
