Watching Chen Wei skillfully handle various ingredients, Lee Yoo-sim and Zhao Minshan, girls who were born with silver spoons and had never actually cooked for themselves, were full of amazement.
"So you have to soak the blood out of chicken wings like this first? No wonder the ones I barbecued before had a bloody smell."
"Barbecued? Yours weren't even cooked properly," the biggest victim of the ordeal, Kim Nam Joo, couldn't help but complain.
"It was cooked afterward," Lee Yoo-sim retorted.
"Yeah, not only was it cooked, but it was also overdone. One bite, and all you got was the taste of char," Kim Nam Joo shot back.
"..." Lee Yoo-sim was at a loss for words, only able to accept the fact that she was a kitchen idiot.
But, since everyone was a kitchen idiot, she didn't mind.
"Charcoal can be arranged like this?" Zhao Minshan commented with surprise, observing the charcoal stacked in a stepped formation on the grill.