"I don't know."
The young Daoist's eyes were blank, "It's already noon, there's no time to prepare the meat, so the masters just put it in the fridge, planning to deal with it tonight."
As for beef, they can't eat it, why bother understanding its taste?
"Oh dear!"
Daoist Qingyun slapped his thigh in frustration, his wide sleeves fluttered down like butterflies, setting aside his expression and words, he truly had an ethereal aura.
"If it's all this tasty, how come we only received one box? Quick, quick, tell the kitchen that when we make the meat stew with the beef tomorrow, we must chop it finely, simmer several pots, and share it with our faithful believers."
As for the leftovers...
Daoist Qingyun held back repeatedly, looking at the plate, then the tea, and finally said:
"Such good ingredients won't stay fresh for long, let's make a special effort to enjoy them tonight! Let's have a good meal."
