"Can you taste the difference between these two skewers?"
After Grandpa Zhao left, Wang Fan stayed busy at the barbecue stall.
His grill always had nine skewers of meat, divided into three portions with different levels of salt, for the three staff members in the shop to taste.
This tasting session was always Zhuo Qianqian's favorite.
"Owwww..."
She devoured a skewer, chewed a little, and swallowed it whole. After finishing all three skewers, she frowned and began to ponder.
Li Wei and Feng Haoyu did about the same, frowning after eating all three skewers.
Wang Fan just watched them quietly, waiting for their genuine feedback.
Zhuo Qianqian raised her hand first and said, "Boss, boss, all three skewers are delicious, but if I must point out a difference, there seems to be a difference in saltiness?"
Wang Fan nodded with a smile: "Exactly, looks like your taste buds are quite sharp. So, which one did you find tastiest?"
