"We usually just eat this mixed with rice," Lin Chen said, picking up a piece for himself to try. He frowned slightly.
"It's a pity. No beer or huadiao wine, no green onions, and no spices like dried chilies, star anise, cinnamon bark, bay leaves, or licorice. The flavor's a bit lacking, but it'll have to do."
"Huh? This stuff is delicious, and you think it's just okay??"
"After the competition ends, come by my stall. I'll let you taste what real braised beef brisket is like."
"I mean, come on. If you keep this up, how am I supposed to survive the next two months?"
"If you can't handle it, then don't. Why not just go home and eat something nice?"
Lin Chen shrugged nonchalantly and moved the beef brisket off the fire. Any longer and it would turn to mush. Letting it sit in the residual heat would be enough.
After a rest of a little over half an hour, the sky had grown quite dark, looking like night could fall at any second.
