"In this casserole pot, it's not just the bounty of spring simmering away, but a fleeting masterpiece of taste."
"Whoa... damn!"
Ding Li felt completely dumbfounded.
His eyes were wide open, his mouth gaping, and a thin, crystalline line was silently dripping from the corner of his mouth...
"Oh my god..."
Which of us is truly the local from She County? Which of us has cooked Huai Cuisine for over twenty years?
"Huh?!"
Why do I feel like your bamboo shoots are entirely different from mine?!
"Slurp..."
Ding Yao forcefully swallowed her saliva; Wenzheng Mountain Bamboo Shoots were something she'd eaten since childhood, but she'd never imagined they could taste so delicious!
Though she hadn't tasted it yet, she was certain that if Boss Wang were the one cooking this dish, her dad's version should just be tossed in the trash. And to put it bluntly — they'd be squandering such good ingredients!
"Slurp..."
"Slurp..."
