Grandpa Pei picked out two abalones from the pile of seafood, held them in his hand and took a look. He realized they were really good, and said, "These abalones will need a week. If you want to eat them, it'll have to be after a week."
Mei Mengzhen was surprised. "What, a whole week? Is it some ancient recipe? That's so much trouble."
Don't blame Mei Mengzhen for overthinking it—these days, dishes aren't that complicated. If it's not a modern recipe, then it's definitely an old traditional method.
Grandpa Pei nodded. "With such good ingredients, it'd be a waste not to try that recipe. If you all like it, it could become the signature dish, even better than Buddha Jumps Over the Wall. It's just that this dish takes time, but actually, it's not hard to make."
"Alright, there's no dish Grandpa Pei can't make. So, we'll just look forward to it next week."
