Three people now.
The third person Liu Yang noticed, he felt fortunate that he hadn't startled them into action. If a fight broke out, he and Wang Zhifeng might not be able to handle all three of them.
Unaware of all this, Chen Mo continued to busy himself with his grand feast.
The lamb soup had finally cooled, with a layer of mutton fat floating on top, and the broth beneath slightly clearer, though still milky white.
He then placed the lamb ribs into the big black pot and poured the lamb soup inside.
"Wow, when can such big lamb ribs be cooked?" Yu Hui said with a smile on his face even as he voiced his doubts.
The key is that it has to be just right!
That's why restaurants don't like making it these days. First, the ribs must be cooked with lamb soup, which is quite labor-intensive to prepare.
"My pot and stove are quite powerful, we won't need to wait long," Chen Mo said, holding the black ladle and continuing to watch the black pot intently.
