"Boom, rumble..."
The stage shook again; the young man who had been pulling and pressing the bellows suddenly stopped, and with his halt, the curtain of fire also vanished.
He looked up, and the camera focused on him, revealing that the water in the iron pot had completely evaporated, leaving not a trace.
"Miss Chiyoda, help me out—"
Xia Yu turned his head to the female host and said, "Please add water for me, and stop when I tell you to."
"Alright, okay!"
The female host immediately ran over with a bucket of water, but as she approached the stone stove, she exclaimed and stepped back slightly from the high heat, sweat beads instantly forming on her forehead and the bridge of her nose. She pursed her lips, prepared herself mentally, and then edged forward slowly again.
"That's good!"
The chef, still gripping the lever, spoke as Chiyoda Aichi let out a sigh of relief and stepped away. Then, Xia Yu resumed his previous rhythm.
Whoosh—
Hiss—
